#hsk x reader

[crystal-sn0w]

home 🔒

**18+

**one-shot, fluff & smut

**this one is a gift...

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Then ⊹ . ݁˖

Eighteen months had always felt daunting. You'd have felt much more comforted had the number been closer to ten. Something about eighteen felt like an eternity. Still, he wrapped you in his arms and whispered to you that it would be fine. You'd both known this was coming. In the months after you met, before his enlistment, it had been the topic of conversations almost weekly. You'd fallen hard, and quickly... so instead of it being you who reassured him that you would wait for him, he was often the one trying to get you to believe he would stay too.

He hugged you closer, his cheek resting against your hair.

"We'll get through it together baby, and before you know it I'll be home again"

You sank into his embrace, allowing yourself to feel comforted for a moment in the warmth of his chest. He was your safety. As painful as it was, you leaned in and tried to trust him.

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The months ticked by. Achingly slow. You poured yourself into work, tip-toeing on the edge of burn out. You forced yourself out of your bubble and made plans with anyone you could, desperate to keep yourself busy and distracted.

During the brief breaks he returned, your lips and souls reacquainted themselves. Yearning and bruised by the separation, you savoured each moment with him. You hung on his every word. His unwavering reminders that time was passing, a soothing balm to your wounds. He would be home soon.

After ten months had passed, his looming return to work demanded him to spend more and more time in meetings when he was on vacation. Carefully planning every single detail of his upcoming schedule. His passion was something you admired about him. It was this very grit and determination that grabbed your attention and respect. However, you couldn't block out the gnawing jealousy and sense of rejection that twisted in your stomach every time he had to go to the office instead of spending the weekends in your bed.

You were struggling with the silence. Your walls that had started to crack in his company before his enlistment were being cemented back in place with each passing day. You pushed yourself into more and more work; trying to bury the memories of yours and Hoseok's bodies intertwining. The image of his long, muscular limbs tangled in the soft, cream linen of your bedsheets burned behind your lashes whenever you closed your eyes. The last time you'd seen him, you'd noticed he was bigger. Your eyes raking in the bulge of his biceps and chest. His forearms, always strong, were more built. Everything about him was seeming more powerful. Even the way he held himself was more assured - something you didn't think was possible. You'd half expected him to change, but it still took you by surprise. It didn't necessarily feel like a bad thing.

The increase in his confidence and size had inevitably seeped into the bedroom. He was grateful for your patience; and he remained the only place you ever felt you could fully relinquish control. You thanked him for returning to you each time by offering your body as his canvas, his lips painting your soft skin maroon with bites and kisses. Your connection hadn't wavered, and at first the distance between you only solidified your craving for each other. But as time passed by, and with the recent physical disconnect, you felt you were losing him... the very one who grounded you.

You couldn't decipher whether that was actually what was happening... or if it was your hesitancy to believe that he was still all in. The familiar nagging from within you believed one day he'd realise that you weren't quite enough. The wait to find out was agonising.

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Now ⊹ . ݁˖

October 16th. You stared at the calendar on your desk, twiddling your pen in your finger. Beeps dinged from the speakers of your computer, failing to grab your attention. If anyone else had known what tomorrow signified, they would have been confused as to why you were staring at the date on the calendar, half lidded. Almost a look of discontentment on your face, your lips set in a slightly downturned pout.

The last four weeks of your life had felt like a slow death. It had been radio silence between you and Hoseok. He had limited phone time, no vacation days left and had been busy wrapping up his enlistment - determined to leave the best impression and taking his responsibilities as a senior with the utmost seriousness. It was so like him. When you were in a lighter mood, you'd sometimes be able to laugh fondly when thinking about it - but the dull ache in your chest quickly brought you back to a place of feeling wracked with nerves.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder...". You scoffed at the memory of your friends trying to comfort you on a particularly bad day early on into Hoseok's enlistment. From every avenue, you'd been filled with optimism and hope that once it got closer to his discharge, you'd feel more connected again. You'd be able to share the anticipation and eagerness with Hoseok. You still longed for him, if anything it was now more intense but you were terrified. What if you'd waited all this time for him to leave you in a different way? In a very permanent, earth shattering way?...

The vibration of your phone against your wooden desk finally broke you out of your reverie. A text from Hoseok.

"24 hours 💌" it read.

Your heart jumped. You took a long, deep breath to steady yourself before opening. Blinking back tears that pricked at the corner of your eyes. The relief of his contact washed through you like a tidal wave.

He'd attached a photo to his message, a selca taken in a lift. The cotton of his black, military monogrammed t-shirt straining across the width of his shoulders. Your breath caught in your throat, recognising a surge of hormones in response to his image.

"This doesn't feel real. Is it real" you typed back.

"Oh, it's real baby"

His response was lightning fast. He must have been granted additional phone time given it was his last day. Your heart bounced against the walls of your chest.

"Be at my apartment, 1pm. I got a few things I need to do when I get out but after that, I need you." he followed up.

"Yes, sir" Your response a bratty half-joke at his demand, as well as a nod to the power you were willing to hand over to him once you were in his bed.

"That's my girl. I love you"

Your heartbeat remained a thud in your chest. He'd only used that word a handful of times, and each time it created the strangest response in you. You sank back in your chair as you processed the short exchange between yourself and Hoseok. You knew you loved him deeper than anyone you'd ever loved before, maybe even to the point where you questioned whether you had truly loved anyone until him. But him saying it to you hit against you like a ram. The walls you built around yourself keeping the confession at arms length. There'd always been a segment of you that never truly allowed yourself to believe.

A shadow of doubt had always shrowded you, covering you in a gossamer cloak, imperceptible to almost everyone. Everyone except for Hoseok. He'd figured you out rapidly, logging all of the times you'd brushed off compliments and remained slightly out of his reach the first few weeks of dating. He saw how tirelessly you worked, striving for perfection and longing to be loved and accepted. Mirroring him in so many ways. You'd broken the facade of being strong to the core just once, and he jumped at the chance of being your saviour.

Before the military, he'd gently helped you embrace your more vulnerable side. His steady resolve, acceptance and consistency with you eroded your walls. You learnt you could lean on him when you'd given your all and were unable to hold it together anymore. He would take you into his arms and kiss away your tears, tenderly placing his heart shaped lips at the corner of your eyes, your cheek and at the edge of your mouth. When your tears stopped flowing and your lips met with his, signalling to him that you wanted to be his, his hands would roam your body. The way he caressed you brought soft moans from within. He asked you to let him take you, to help you escape the stresses of your routine and you'd surrender yourself to him, fully, wholly. Over time, you'd developed a routine of becoming soft and pliable in his hands - your work required you to be assertive, tough and bold. Hoseok persisted in encouraging you to let him become your strength. His affection allowed you to connect with the quieter, softer side of yourself that wanted to be taken care of.

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These memories replayed in your mind later that evening as you washed the day away. You let the hot water of the shower mellow the tension you held in your shoulders slightly, trying hard to remind yourself of all the times Hoseok had lived up to his promises - and trying not to focus on the recent changes your doubt had grasped onto.

Despite doing everything you could to relax, sleep evaded you. You lay in the darkness of your bedroom staring into space. Heart thumping at your chest as you wondered what it would be like to finally be back at Hoseok's place. In his arms. Being kissed by him. You imagined how it would feel to be knelt in front of him as he placed himself in your mouth. How his hands would feel wrapping themselves in your hair as he entered you. How it would feel for your bodies to entangle themselves once again, flushed and panting. How it would feel to allow yourself to be lulled back into your safe space.

Your fingers tapped against your abdomen as you debated satisfying your need, to see if it would allow you to sleep. You decided against it, allowing your yearning to charge a little longer. In less than twelve hours, he'd be home.

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When morning came, you busied yourself to pass the time. You ran some errands, and spent longer than usual readying yourself to see him. You showered again, ensuring to moisturise from head to toe following. You selected your underwear carefully, wanting something sexy enough that it would punish him for neglecting you the past few months, even if it wasn't malicious. You planned on acting out slightly, playing hard to get even though you would usually turn to putty under his gaze and hands.

You headed to his place and let yourself in with the spare key you owned. It had been months since you'd been here. Warm autumn sunshine spread across the floor, softened by the fabric of the drapes covering the floor to ceiling windows of his skyline apartment.

You were sat on his couch flicking through your phone when you heard the keypad to his apartment beeping. Immediately, your heart started pumping faster and your breath felt shallow.

"Baby"

His eyes locked on you the moment he stepped over the threshold. Still in black top, military issue trousers and boots. He dropped his backpack from his shoulder and strode across the room to you. Before you knew it, one hand was fisted in your hair at the nape of your neck, the other tilted your chin backwards. His lips grazed over yours as he stared deeply into your eyes.

"You have no idea how good it is to see my pretty girl" he murmured against your lips. His voice an octave deeper. This was the voice he used only when he was at his most needy. His lips came crashing down on yours, his tongue greedily pushing itself into your mouth. Gasps and moans escaped your lips for a moment before you recalled your desire to chasten him for the distance you'd put up with recently.

Your hands found their way to his chest and you pushed him back slightly. It killed you to break the connection between your mouth and his, but the stubborn part of you needed to let him know you'd been hurting. You couldn't allow yourself to put it into words, so acting up was the only avenue you had to your disposal. You needed to hear him tell you again and again about how he felt. You had to hear him say it. It was the only way to pluck the cloak of doubt from your shoulders once more.

Hoseok's eyebrows knitted together as he took in your expression.

"Did I... What's wrong, baby?"

God, this was killing you. But it was working.

"Nothing, I just... didn't realise you missed me that much is all. Could've fooled me".

"Where is this coming from? Of course I missed you... why do you think I asked you to be here as soon as I came out? I haven't stopped thinking of my baby"

You held his gaze, sucked at your teeth and shrugged at him.

"Beats me..."

You bit down on your lip as you turned to walk away from him, heading to the kitchen to get yourself a water. A small smirk played on your lips. You knew he couldn't stand you teasing him, or playing down his affection. It was bratty of you, but you couldn't resist.

"Do you really think that?" His voice sounded softer, and sadder than you'd expected.

"I... I know I haven't been around as much towards the end... and I know I told you I'd be there throughout. I broke my promise. I didn't realise how hard it would get to balance it all... I hate myself for letting you down, if I had known you felt like this... I would have-"

The sudden break in Hoseok's resolve punched you in the gut. You hadn't expected this from him. You expected him to see right through your brattiness and chide you. You'd been expecting him to live up to the machismo he'd started to adopt during the time in the military. To be dominant but sweetly persuasive, softening you with kisses and teasing fingers until you broke and allowed him to ravish you. At the fear of fucking everything up, your words came tumbling out. You couldn't bear to see him take all the blame.

"Seokie... no, I was just punishing you. You didn't let me down. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Please don't."

You rushed over to him, your palms cupping against his sharp jaw. Your eyes searched his face, pleading with his for forgiveness.

"I knew it"

His voice was steady once more. Flustered by the change his demeanour again, with the fact he had seen straight through you and used a different tactic to get you back, you couldn't help but laugh.

"Is this funny to you? Teasing me like this?" His eyebrow arched as he wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you closer.

"I don't get to see you properly in so long, and this is how you decide to treat me. Have you forgotten the way these hands can make you feel, y/n?"

He winked briefly at you, indicating he was playing. The tension between you was thick. There were clearly things both of you wanted to say, but his teasing and the way he had kissed you when he first arrived indicated he wanted his way with you first. To release the tension and frustration that had been building over the past month.

"Have you?"

He demanded, his deep voice lulling you to that place, slipping back into the familiar comfort of knowing he can take control, and you don't need to hold it together anymore. Not being able to help yourself, you maintained your pouty, bratty persona a moment longer...

"It's been so long... I think I might have"

You widened your eyes slightly, looking up at him, doe-eyed. A pout still in place on your pillowy, pink lips. He couldn't resist you like this. He knew you were pushing him on purpose but he was so weak for you. His pretty girl... how he'd missed you.

"Do you need me to remind you, princess?"

He cooed bringing his face to yours. His lips stopped millimetres from yours. His breath hot and sweet against your mouth. His fingers had begun trailing the waistband of your jeans.

"Mhmm" is all you could mumble in return, transfixed by his gaze, your skin tingling under his touch, dampness pooling in your underwear.

"Have you forgotten your manners in all the time I've been away?" he scolded. His right hand slipped down the front of your waistband into your panties as his left shot up to grip the back of your neck. One finger glid to your sweet spot, the tip of his middle finger found the small bundle of nerves and circled it slowly.

A gasp escaped your lips as he gripped the back of your neck tighter, long delicate fingers massaging your skin. You shook your head, remembering to answer his question as your pussy became wetter under his touch.

"What's the magic word?" he whispered into your mouth, as you panted.

"Please..." you whined.

He growled with pleasure at your begging. His lips found yours once more as he continued to circle and tease your clit, feeling you get wetter and wetter for him. The lace of your panties scratched against his skin and your jeans impeded his fluidity, irritating both of you. He pulled his hand free from your jeans, and a whine of frustration broke from your lips. He grabbed your hand and led you to his bedroom.

The sun continued to beam through the curtains in the late afternoon, casting dreamy silhouettes of your figures on the bedroom wall.

"Take off your clothes"

His instructions guided you, part of the routine you'd built together. He told you what to do so you didn't have to think. Silently, you sat on the bed and obeyed. You slid down your jeans slowly, inching them over your hips and thighs. You remembered your intention to tease him with the underwear you'd chosen. A dark maroon set, delicate lace and leaving little to the imagination. You kept your panties on as he watched you kick the jeans away from you. Acting out once more, you use the last of your defiance to lift your top the tiniest amount before stopping. A small groan left his lips. Your eyes flit to his groin, the fabric straining over his hardening cock.

His eyes raked your body as your hands lifted your top slightly higher, showing the gentle curve that transitioned your hips to your waist. His hand reached down as he started palming himself over his trousers, never once breaking his stare away.

Satisfied that you'd chosen a good set, you continued to inch the top higher until it reached above your breasts. He eyed you hungrily. The structure of the bra pushing your soft skin into perfect mounds, the maroon lace disguising the blush of your nipples, but not quite enough. His jaw dropped open with lust, eyes half-lidded and burning your skin.

"Stop teasing me y/n. I thought you were a good girl, hm?"

His voice so low you could barely hear it. You couldn't resist holding onto a little bit of power, a little longer. You smiled slightly, pausing another moment before finally bringing the fabric over your head and tossing it to the floor.

"I'm sorry Seokie..." you pouted at him, enjoying how much he was letting you get away with.

Hoseok continued to palm at himself as you sat back slightly on the bed, parting your legs so he could view your warmth. The gusset of your panties was unmistakably darker than the rest of the fabric. You battled any shyness that was within you, wanting to show him your arousal.

"Fuck..." He groaned.

"Can I make it up to you?" You were in it now, playing the role of soft, needy girl. He loved you like this.

"Of course you can, baby" Hoseok nodded as you slid from the bed onto your knees. Hoseok approached and grabbed you by the chin, tilting your head back to look up at him as he removed his tight black t-shirt with the other hand. He held you there gently as you undid the tie of his trousers, freeing him from his boxers. His rock hard cock sprung and slapped against his abs. Your mouth watered in anticipation of pleasing him. You reached up to grab his length, perching slightly higher on your knees to get the perfect position, awaiting your command.

"Open, baby" he muttered.

Your mouth dropped open in submission, letting your pink tongue lilt forward. Your eyes glittered as you looked up at him, staring at you so lovingly as he placed his tip onto your tongue. You stayed there a moment as he moved the head of his length across your tongue and lips, combining his wetness with your spit. You moaned in pleasure as he guided himself further into your mouth, your lips wrapping around him, tasting the saltiness of his skin. Your tongue swirled against him as he started moving more vigorously in your mouth, inching towards the back of your throat.

"Good girl" He groaned. His head lolling back in pleasure. His hand had moved to the back of your head, guiding the tip of his cock to bounce against the back of your throat, eliciting small gags. He looked down at you, still looking up at him doe-eyed, eyes brimming with tears from the hard work you were putting in.

"Fuck, you're so pretty. My pretty girl." He grunted, meaning every word. You were his and he knew it.

He removed his cock from your mouth with a pop. A string of spit clung between your lips and his end, your lips glistened as your panted for air.

"On the bed. Now" he commanded, and you obeyed.

Shuffling onto the bed and laying back against the pillows, you knew he was now going to turn his attention to you. You'd been good for him and he'd gotten you to that place of docility. He'd lulled you in, his deep voice laced with sweetness. His eyes, though dark and brooding, watched you carefully - exchanging quick glances to check you were okay.

He removed the rest of his clothes before climbing onto the bed, hovering over you. His right knee slipped in between your legs, pushing them apart even more.

"Now let me take care of you, baby" he whispered, earning a murmur of approval from you. Your underwear soaking with renewed anticipation.

Hoseok kissed his way down your body, stopping at your abdomen to nibble at the tender skin above the lace of your panties. He sucked and bit at the skin, leaving small purple bruises in his wake. His tongue lapping over them immediately to soothe. As he ran his lips across the lace covering your mound, his fingers slid between the lace and your sweet spot. Sliding up and down your slit, his fingers traced your folds, pushing the fabric to the side as he coated his fingers in your wetness.

Moans of pleasure burst out of you, the ecstasy of his touch at long last causing your arousal to deepen.

"You're so fucking wet for me" he murmured. Looking up at you before connecting his tongue to your centre. He tugged at your panties, tearing them bit by bit until they snapped at the waist as he clasped his mouth to your pussy. His hands gripped at your thighs, kneading them hungrily as he licked at you. Long, deep licks that left you squirming and shaking. You're pretty sure you screamed his name as his tongue made it's way down your folds and found your hole. He murmured into your flesh how he'd missed you before sliding his nose back up your folds and once again making contact with your clit with his lips.

His tongue circled and sucked at you as your hands found their way to his cropped hair. You pulled him closer, riding against his tongue in a way that sent shivers down your entire body. You quivered and trembled beneath his touch. He broke away for a moment, and you gasped at him leaving you before you got to reach your high. Tears brimming as you whined at him

"Seok... I'm so close... please"

"Do you love me?" He placed the flat of his tongue on your folds, lightly. Teasing you with just enough pleasure to make you whimper, but not enough to take you back to an orgasm.

"Answer me" he demanded, between long, torturous licks.

"Seok... please" He knew you loved him. Why was he asking?

"Say it baby, let me hear you say it" He wanted to hear you surrender your vulnerability to him again. He knew it was hard for you to say, but he wanted you be brave enough to own it. His whole mouth worked you now, circling, sucking as you writhed against him. Your wetness dripping down onto the bed.

"I love you. Fuck. I love you" you whimpered louder and louder, as he gripped you even harder and pressed himself into your warmth, allowing you grind against his tongue as your orgasm peaked. Your back arched off the bed, and his mouth remained in place as your essence gushed from your core.

When he parted, you were spent. Fucked out eyes and heavy panting breaths that made your chest heave. He leaned forward to kiss you softly, checking in on you.

"Can you keep going? I want to feel you around me" he moaned into your mouth between kisses.

"Mhmm" another whimpered response. You felt dazed from your orgasm, eyes slowly refocusing on the hazy sunlit bedroom.

"That's my good girl" He praised you, happy you were still able to take his length. Now he had pleased you and helped you reach your oblivion, his love making would be more tender.

He lifted your hips and placed a pillow underneath your lower back. He sat back on his ankles, giving you a minute to recover before continuing. He placed tended kisses from your ankle up to your knee, his large hands holding your legs firm on his shoulders. Your breathing evened out as he tended to you, and attentive as ever Hoseok, checked in with you again before grabbing your hips and inching his cock inside your core. Your walls welcomed him, stretching to fit his girth. You gasped as you adjusted to the pressure, mouth hanging open beautifully, lips and eyes glistening, your brow furrowed slightly.

Hoseok bit his lip as he slid in and out of you, filling you to brim with his hardness. Grunting as he moved, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The sound of your skin colliding; the wetness of your pussy slapping against him filled the room. He fucked in and out of you slowly at first, dancing in the pleasure of your walls clenching around him. Listening to the sweet music of your moans as circled his thumb on your clit once more.

"I love you, y/n. Oh I fucking love you, you know that? You are everything" His voice, soft but straining with the heaven he was in. He'd dreamt of you every night for months. He'd palmed himself countless times to the memory of fucking you just like this. He'd cursed at himself for not being able keep up the amount of attention you needed to feel safe, and that he wanted so desperately to give you over the last eighteen months. He'd promised to make it up to you, in every way, to get you walls to come crashing back down.

"I love you Seok." you whispered back breathlessly, approaching a new high.

"Are you going to come for me again, sweet girl?" He groaned, feeling your pussy tightening around him. The coil in his abdomen tightening in response to your arousal.

"Yes... yes, oh god, yes" you wailed as Hoseok lifted your legs back onto his shoulders, pushing himself deeper inside of you, gaining speed and thrusting in and out of you so hard the headboard shook against the wall.

He leant over, still fucking you and brought your face to his. Breathing heavy into each others' mouths, your eyes locked and your second orgasm rushed through you, sending shockwaves from your core, lighting up every cell. Hoseok's high followed immediately after, his perfect face twisted with pleasure. Your hands grasped at his back as his thrusts slowed, pumping his load into you.

You collapsed together on the bed, he pushed his hands through his hair as he placed wet, lazy kisses on your chest and neck. Nuzzling into your skin and murmuring against you. He gently removed himself from you and sighed.

"Are you okay?" he grabbed your hand, placing gentle kisses on your palm and wrist.

"I'm more than okay." You breathed. Your eyes were half closed, lips bitten and swollen from the hasty kisses Hoseok had given you throughout.

You looked at Hoseok with your bleary eyes, brimming with tears, finally allowing yourself to connect to the idea that he was back, for good.

Panic crossed Hoseok's face.

"Baby, why are you crying? Did I hurt you?" his eyes searched your face, noticing how your teeth worried at your bottom lip as you tried to hold it together.

"No...I..." you shook your head, fighting the vulnerability.

"Don't fight it, angel, please... you can say it" He urged, wrapping you in his arms, stroking your cheek with a delicate finger.

"I missed you so much. It was so hard without you... I thought I was losing you, and that once you'd come back you'd leave me...I-" Sobs tore from your throat. Having Hoseok back, telling you he loved you combined with the hormone driven emotions from being fucked to oblivion by him all came bubbling to the surface.

"Shhh, baby, it's okay, I'm here" he soothed. "I'm not going anywhere, I'm yours". He painted your face with dainty kisses, encouraging your tears and comforting you as you weeped.

"You don't have to pretend to be strong all the time, y/n. I've got you now. All I want is for you to let me love you in the way you deserve...can you do that for me?"

You gulped, trying hard to control your breathing and slow the stream of tears. Hoseok continued to cuddle you, his strong arms around your shoulders, wrapping you in his sheets and lulling you into calmness. Hoseok always made sure to give you the most attentive aftercare, and this was simply the start.

"Okay Seok... I'll try"

You had to trust him. He did as he promised. He came home.

[hersidekick]

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[gojoidyll]

IS MYDEI CHEATING ON YOU? you can't help but to question it as his actions keep getting weirder and weirder...

mydei x pregnant!wife!reader

angst

It was like a slap to the face when Mydei came home smelling like another woman. It made your nose crinkle and your mind wander as you hugged him an uneasy feeling soon settling in your stomach as you greeted him.

“How was your day?”

“Good.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you noticed another thing off with your husband.

For the past month or so, he’s been smelling like another woman and has even been giving you such short end responses to your questions, he doesn’t engage in conversation and even stops cuddling with you when you both go to bed. It makes your whole body feel uneasy.

“Did anything interesting happen today?”

“No.”

You resisted the urge to reach out for him as you followed behind him, but you were quickly losing him as he took such larger and faster steps than your waddled ones. Your pregnancy slowing you down a bit.

Usually he would walk with you. So why…?

The thought and the obvious perfume that wasn’t yours still wafted in the air in Mydei’s absence as he left you in the dust. Seeing as how he left you following after him instead of walking by your side like he usually does, it caused you to stop and stand still for a moment in the empty hallway.

Was he cheating on you?

The thought scared you, terrified you even as you found yourself pacing a bit as you turned to go to your personal study for some peace and quiet – not that Mydei would care to look for you, lately he hasn’t been seeking you out at all.

It was already night when Mydei came home and now it was at an ungodlly hour as you continued to fret about in your study, your body refusing to go to bed where Mydei undoubtedly was. You honestly didn’t know what to do.

Confront him?

Ask indirectly about it?

Your hand absentmindedly rested over your tummy, a small kick made you smile bit, it seems your baby was as awake as you were.

Standing up, you decided to head towards the kitchen, your thoughts a jumbled mess as you stumbled your way through your home before stopping at the sound of Mydei’s voice in the kitchen.

“I know.”

You peeked around the corner, your eyes focused on the phone in his hands as he talked to someone on the other side of the line.

“I’ll meet you there tomorrow.”

“Mmm.”

“I know.”

“You said that already.”

“Hsk, shut it.”

You furrowed your brow as you ducked away and moved to leave the hallway leading to the kitchen. Your appetite long gone.

Maybe he was cheating on you?

[love-belle]

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warnings - language

author’s note - literally falling asleep as im writing this hope u like it i love u thank u

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[hypnobeauty]

a chance encounter - a cho hyun-ju x reader fic (part 13)

summary: a story about how you and hyun-ju met and the following years of your relationship. masterlist cw: no use of y/n, reader is afab, squid games, blood, violence, gunshots, hurt/comfort, dtr. a/n: hello lovelies! don't have much to say today lol day 2/game 2, their silly little group getting together. i hope you like it! might be a loooong while before i post again. i’ve started teaching in a new school and im still getting the grip of how things work there, and also am preparing for a big exam - aiming for my mandarin hsk 2 certificate pls wish me luck—alsooo my inspiration has been running thin tbh—if you have any ideas or suggestions, do tell me. i fear the story might have gotten too long :B enjoy xx taglist: @strayteez3staner @dekiruxxx @jeongteen @sunnysurvives @3leni @etta-huracan @honeyhyunju @basoressia @antisocial-aina @googie-jeon @christinamadsen @deernat @vvlwvvy @psychobitchsthings @dikeu-yoiz

part 13. team up

the night had been a brutal, merciless torment, your mind trapped in an endless cycle of terror, the same nightmare replaying over and over again like a cruel loop from which you couldn't escape. no matter how many times your body twisted, no matter how much sweat broke out along your brow despite the cold air of the sleeping quarters, your subconscious refused to let go of the horrors you had witnessed. 

the first game had left its mark, burrowed deep into your bones, into your senses, into the fragile space between sleep and waking. the gunshots rang in your ears, the dull, wet thud of bodies collapsing onto the ground reverberated through your skull, the thick, metallic scent of blood suffocated you. the fear, the helplessness—it all clung to you, poisoning even your rest.

hyun-ju barely slept either. the weight of the situation alone was enough to keep her mind alert, her body poised for anything, but it was you who kept her from slipping into even a moment of true rest. every time she closed her eyes, your soft whimpers, the restless shifting of your body, the way your fingers clenched and unclenched in distress, pulled her from the edge of sleep. she had tried waking you gently at first, brushing the back of her hand against your cheek, whispering your name—but you were trapped, too deep inside the nightmare’s grip to hear her. and so, instead, she did what she could—watching over you, wiping the dampness from your forehead with careful fingers, whispering reassurances even though you couldn’t hear them. at some point, she had simply pulled you closer into her arms, holding you against her chest, hoping her presence alone could tether you back to safety.

but in your mind, there was no safety—only darkness at first, suffocating and endless, before the nightmare bled into clarity, forcing you back into the sandy field of the first game. it was exactly as it had happened. hyun-ju, breaking away from you, rushing back into danger to help 456 carry the injured man. your screams, the raw desperation in your voice as you tried to break free from the arms restraining you, the feeling of your own body betraying you, held back while she risked everything. then, the relief when they made it across, the frantic way you had scrambled to the ground, to her, pulling her close—just like before.

but this time, the nightmare twisted the memory into something worse, something unbearable.

the gunshot rang out, a sound that rattled through your very being, and you felt the warm splatter of blood against your face. but when you looked, it wasn’t the injured player who had been executed—it was hyun-ju. the breath in your lungs vanished, replaced by a piercing, soul-crushing scream as her body slumped against you, her weight suddenly unbearably heavy. her head lolled, eyes glassy and unfocused, and the hole in her temple wept crimson, the blood trickling down her cheek, pooling onto you. you shook her, screamed her name until your throat burned, but she was already gone.

and then, a voice—cold, detached, uncaring.

"yes. one less to compete for the money."

your mind shattered.

the world went black.

and then it started again.

over and over, an unrelenting cycle of horror, the moment replaying itself without mercy. each time, you tried to stop it, to change something, to move faster, scream louder, but the ending never changed. hyun-ju always died, and you were always left holding her lifeless body in your arms, drowning in grief, in rage, in helplessness. it could have lasted minutes, hours—you had no sense of time, only the suffocating repetition of loss.

and then, suddenly, you were ripped from its grip, gasping, a silent scream dying on your lips as your eyes flew open. the room was dark except for the dim yellow glow of the piggy bank overhead. your heart pounded violently against your ribs, your entire body rigid with the lingering echoes of the nightmare. for a brief, disorienting moment, you weren’t sure what was real—if you were still trapped in that hellscape or if you had finally broken free.

but then you felt her.

hyun-ju’s arms were wrapped securely around you, her steady breathing warm against your skin, her chest rising and falling in the rhythm of sleep. she was here. she was alive. the relief hit you so hard it nearly crushed you, and before you could stop them, silent tears slipped from your eyes, dampening the fabric of her shirt as you buried your face against her. you inhaled deeply, grounding yourself in her scent, her warmth, forcing yourself to believe it. she was okay. she was here. she was breathing.

everything would be fine.

at least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself of as sleep slowly pulled you under again, this time free from the nightmare’s grasp—though peace was still far from reach.

when morning came, hyun-ju stirred before the lights even turned on. even after everything, after the exhaustion weighing her limbs, her body remained tethered to its strict routine. her eyes opened at precisely 5:50 a.m., her mind instantly alert despite the haze of weariness still clinging to her. but as she turned slightly, what she saw made her pause.

at some point during the night, after she had finally drifted into sleep herself, you had shifted closer, curling into her warmth as if seeking safety in the unconscious state. the tension that had lingered between you since the vote seemed to have melted away, at least for now.

hyun-ju exhaled softly, adjusting her hold on you, her fingertips brushing lightly over your back. and though she didn’t say it out loud, she was grateful. grateful that, for the first time since this nightmare began, you had finally found even a sliver of rest.

you woke up the same way as before—blinding lights flashing on without warning, classical music swelling through the speakers, and the ominous glow of the enormous piggy bank above, now even heavier with stacks of money.

the only difference was that hyun-ju was beside you today.

she lay on her side, facing you, one arm draped protectively over your waist. her eyes were already open, alert. it was definitely past six—hyun-ju never slept past that. her internal clock was annoyingly precise, honed by years of routine. most mornings, she was up even earlier, quietly stretching beside the bed or watching you with that small, knowing smile as you clung to the last remnants of sleep.

you shifted slightly, intending to murmur a groggy good morning, but a yawn hijacked your sentence midway, stretching your mouth wide. hyun-ju chuckled at the familiar sight—this happened every morning. you were not a morning person.

“morning,” she murmured, her voice soft as she ran gentle fingers across your cheek. “how did you sleep?”

you let out a small, tired sigh. “as well as anyone can sleep in a goddamn death trap.”

she gave you a soft smile, though something in her expression tightened ever so slightly at your words. she shifted, propping herself up on one elbow as her fingers trailed absently along your arm. “i’m sorry about yesterday,” she said after a beat. “for the vote.”

there was a sincerity in her voice, a gentleness, but you only sighed, stretching your arms above your head. “there’s nothing to do about it now,” you said, keeping your tone neutral. then, attempting levity—albeit bitter—you added, “let’s just hope the next game isn’t russian roulette.”

it was meant to be a joke, dark humor to cope with the horror of it all, but the moment the words left your lips, you saw something in hyun-ju’s expression shift. it was brief, a flicker of something wounded in her eyes before she masked it, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to respond but thought better of it. instead, she simply nodded, sitting up fully and stretching her arms over her head.

you almost said something—almost acknowledged that look, that pause—but instead, you shoved it aside, dismissing it as nothing. you were both on edge. it didn’t mean anything.

the sound of doors unlocking snapped you both out of it. pink guards marched in, their presence swift and efficient as they wheeled in carts filled with neatly arranged bento boxes and water bottles. “let’s grab some food,” hyun-ju said, standing and offering you a hand. you took it, squeezing briefly before letting go, and followed her down the stairs, standing in line among the other players.

as you made your way down the stairs, hyun-ju naturally fell into step behind you, assuming her usual “bodyguard” position. it wasn’t anything new—this was just how she was in crowded spaces. at concerts, city festivals, even at the grocery store on a busy weekend, she always positioned herself slightly behind you, her presence solid and reassuring, ready to shield you from a pushy crowd. you loved when she did that. it was dominant, protective, and entirely her. once, you had joked about it, singing a bit of "i will always love you," and it had been the funniest thing when the reference went right over her head.

you smiled faintly at the memory as you grabbed the food, hyun-ju picking up hers right after. together, you settled on the bottom stairs, bento boxes balanced on your laps. the food was surprisingly... fine. it wasn’t home, but it was edible. you hadn’t realized how thirsty you were until you downed the entire water bottle in one go, the cool liquid soothing the dryness in your throat.

you were halfway through your meal, idly scanning the room, when movement caught your eye—a small crowd was gathering around player 456.

you swallowed your last bite and stood, curiosity overriding caution. hyun-ju noticed immediately. “where are you going?” she asked, her voice low but firm.

you waved a hand behind your back dismissively. “just listening,” you murmured, weaving through the players toward the group.

“you know what’s next, don’t you?” player 001’s voice cut through the murmurs. his tone was almost… teasing. oh, you hated him. “oh, yeah. you won this whole thing before, so you must know what game two is.” murmurs of agreement rippled through the players. 

your gaze flickered to 001, taking him in—his presence, his unreadable expression. he had pressed o last, single-handedly making sure you all stayed. you hadn’t liked him since the moment you saw him. there was something off about him, something cold.

and yet, you found yourself staring. and as if he felt your eyes, he turned to look at you. his gaze was empty, unyielding. you tried to hold it, tried to match his stare for a few seconds, but it was too much—or maybe it was too little. he wasn’t challenging you, wasn’t engaging with you. he was simply watching.

it sent a shiver down your spine. you looked away first, back to 456 as he finally spoke.

“the second game last time,” he said carefully, “was dalgona.”

you didn’t waste another second. you spun on your heel and made a beeline back to hyun-ju, weaving through the crowd until you reached her side.

“the game,” you murmured under your breath. “it’s dalgona.”

hyun-ju, who had been watching you with a mixture of mild amusement and worry, immediately straightened. “are you sure?”

you nodded. “i heard it myself. and the easiest shape is the triangle.”

she exhaled through her nose, nodding slowly. you hesitated, glancing down at her. 

“are you any good at it?” you asked.

she hesitated for a fraction of a second before replying, “not really, but i’ll try my best.”

you exhaled, standing in front of her, your hands on your hips. “me neither,” you admitted. “i was never patient enough for it, always broke the candy.”

she listened carefully, her gaze unwavering, absorbing every word, then, without a word, she set her empty food box aside and gently tugged you forward by the hands, guiding you so that you stood between her legs as she sat. automatically, your arms came to rest on her shoulders.

her soft brown eyes gazed up at you, the remnants of her makeup from yesterday completely gone, leaving behind nothing but the bare, unfiltered warmth of her expression. she exhaled softly.

“i’m sorry,” she murmured.

you sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “don’t start that again,” you warned, trying to keep your voice amused but the way she kept bringing it up was starting to make you feel annoyed. “otherwise, i’ll remember i’m supposed to be mad at you.”

she smiled—small, but genuine, then she rested her head against your stomach, letting out a deep, quiet breath as you ran your fingers through her hair. her shoulders relaxed slightly, some of the tension draining from her frame. she tilted her head up to look at you again.

“i love you.” the words came soft, steady. a quiet confession and your heart squeezed.

you bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “i love you too,” it was brief and tender.

you sat back down beside hyun-ju, the warmth of her lingering touch still humming against your skin. without a word, she reached for your hand again, lifting it to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to your palm, then another to your wrist. a quiet reassurance. you sighed, leaning into her shoulder, letting your body relax against hers. the room was still too cold, the air too heavy, the fluorescent lights too harsh—but in this moment, pressed against hyun-ju, it was bearable.

but… you needed to talk.

“yesterday,” you started, voice barely above a whisper. “when we played red light, green light… i—” you hesitated, exhaling shakily. hyun-ju didn’t rush you, simply shifted closer, thumb rubbing soothing circles over your knuckles.

“i was terrified,” you admitted. “not just because of the game, but because…” your throat tightened. “because i thought i was going to watch you die. i had nightmares through the night, i… i spent the whole night watching you die.”

hyun-ju tensed beside you, but she didn’t interrupt.

“i know you’ve seen worse,” you continued, voice raw. “you were in the military. you’ve held a gun, you’ve probably—” you stopped yourself, shaking your head. “but i haven’t. i don’t know what it’s like to see someone get shot right in front of me. i’ve only been to a handful of funerals in my life, and every single one felt unreal. like grief was something distant, something i could keep at arm’s length.”

hyun-ju remained still, though her grip on your hand tightened.

“but yesterday,” you murmured, “there was no distance. it was right in front of me. the blood, the bodies, the gunfire. the way people screamed.” you swallowed hard. “i’m afraid, hyun-ju. i don’t want to go through that again. i don’t want the next body to be yours.”

or maybe, it would be yours. the thought settled in your chest like a stone, heavy and suffocating. you turned your head, searching her expression. “does it even make sense? you winning all this money, only for me to—”

“stop.”

her voice was firm. she didn’t look at you, instead staring down at her hands, fingers curled into tight fists.

“hyun-ju—”

“i said stop,” she repeated, sharper, a little louder this time. “don’t say things like that.” her reaction was immediate, instinctual. a kind of raw, unfiltered denial.

you exhaled softly, reaching for her, placing your left hand over hers, your right gently cupping her cheek. “i’m not being pessimistic,” you whispered, coaxing her to look at you. “i’m being real.”

her gaze finally lifted, meeting yours. and for a moment, there was nothing but silence. a quiet, trembling kind of understanding. then, her jaw clenched, and her dark eyes hardened with something fierce. “i will protect you,” she said, voice unwavering. “we’re leaving this place together.”

you wanted to believe her. god, you wanted to believe her.

so, you nodded. “let’s hope so, but… you know you can’t guarantee that.”

she looked away, shaking her head slightly, and you two stayed like that for minutes, just looking ahead, in silence. after a while, hyun-ju spoke.

“you know,” she began, her voice steady, but with an edge of something careful beneath it, “i understand why you’re upset. and i understand that you’re scared. but…” she exhaled, shifting her body so she was turned slightly toward you. “the way you talk about it sometimes—it hurts.”

you froze, caught off guard. she hesitated for only a second before continuing. “i don’t want us to tear each other apart in here. i don’t want to hijack what we have so easily.” her brows furrowed slightly, voice dipping softer, more vulnerable. “i don’t want this place to do that to us.”

a wave of guilt coiled in your stomach. you hadn’t thought much of your words before, hadn’t considered how she might interpret them, how they might sound coming from you—the one person she had always relied on, just as much as she was your anchor. you had been so wrapped up in your fear, your exhaustion, your anger, that you hadn’t realized you were taking it out on her.

you turned to fully face her. you opened her mouth to reply, but she shook her head, offering you a small, tired smile.

“i get it,” she said. “i do. but just… don’t push me away while we’re here. please.”

she wasn’t looking at you. her eyes were on her hands, fingers wringing together in her lap, restless and anxious. "i don’t know how to say this without sounding selfish," she admitted, barely above a whisper, "but i need you. i need you to believe we’re going to make it. because if you stop believing, then i don’t know how i’m supposed to keep believing either."

your throat tightened, a sharp sting burning behind your eyes.

"hyun-ju..." you murmured, guilt swelling in your chest.

she gave a small, breathless laugh, one that didn’t hold any amusement. "i don’t want this place to take everything from us," she said, voice raw now, unguarded. "i don’t want it to turn us against each other. i don’t want to be scared of losing you and scared that you’re already slipping away from me."

your breath hitched and reached for her hands, stilling them with your own.

"i’m sorry," you whispered, and your voice cracked under the weight of it. "i didn’t realize… i didn’t mean to make you feel like that." you swallowed hard, gripping her fingers a little tighter. "i’m not giving up. i swear. i’m just... scared. and i know you are too, even if you don’t want to say it."

hyun-ju exhaled shakily, finally meeting your eyes.

"i am," she admitted. "but i can’t—" she broke off, shaking her head. "i won’t let this place take you from me. i can’t even think about that. and when you make those jokes, when you talk like it’s inevitable, like we won’t make it out together, it feels like you’ve already made peace with leaving me behind."

the words crushed you.

you reached up, cupping her face, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your palm. "i could never make peace with that," you said, your voice firm even as your throat tightened. "i don’t know what’s going to happen, hyun-ju, but i do know that if something ever happened to you... i don’t think i could survive it."

hyun-ju's breath caught, her eyes shining with something unspeakably fragile.

"i need you too," you continued, thumb brushing over her cheekbone. "i need us. and i need you to know that even if i’m scared, even if i don’t always know how to handle this, i’m not giving up on us. i’m sorry for making you feel like i was."

hyun-ju let out a breath that sounded almost like a sob, her fingers trembling as they cupped your face. "i’m sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking. "i’m so, so sorry."

you shook your head, placing your hands over hers. "i know," you murmured, closing your eyes for a moment, letting yourself feel her. "i know." you exhaled, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist before looking at her again. "just… no more decisions without me. no more trying to carry this alone. we do this together, okay?"

she nodded, her thumb brushing over your cheek as if memorizing the feeling of you. "together," she promised, her voice trembling but sure.

you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, then pulled her into you, wrapping your arms tightly around her. she held you just as fiercely, her face buried against your shoulder, breathing you in.

for the first time since this nightmare began, you felt something close to peace settle over you. whatever came next—whatever horrors this place threw your way—you would face it together. and that was the only thing that mattered.

but before either of you could say anything else, the fragile moment shattered. a sudden commotion erupted from the center of the room, sharp and violent, the unmistakable sound of fists colliding, bodies hitting the ground.

you jerked your head up just in time to see two men throwing wild punches at another, their movements fast and aggressive. hyun-ju’s arm shot out in front of you instinctively, a barrier between you and the scene unfolding. it wasn’t necessary—the fight was contained, the men too caught up in their rage to pay anyone else any mind—but still, her protective instincts kicked in.

your eyes darted across the struggling bodies, catching a flash of bright purple hair. you recognized him instantly—player 069, the rapper thanos, as he called himself. you had always thought he looked like an asshole, and clearly, he was proving you right.

the scuffle intensified, the two men ganging up on the third, fists landing hard, breathless grunts filling the air. the violence of it made your stomach churn. but then, just as suddenly as it started, it stopped as player 001 stepped in.

one moment, the fight was wild, uncontrolled—the next, it was over. 001 moved with precision, stepping between them, intercepting blows, disarming the situation quickly. actually, he didn’t just step in. he moved like someone who had done this before, someone who had calculated the perfect moment to strike. his technique was sharp, efficient. he wasn’t just breaking up the fight—he was winning it.

you watched uneasy, however hyun-ju looked impressed. she had always been drawn to skill, to discipline, to technique, it was part of her nature. she murmured something under her breath, something about his form, speed or strength, but you weren’t paying attention anymore, because something about him unsettled you.

you didn’t like him, you never had. from the moment you saw him, from the moment he pressed the o button, keeping all of you trapped in this nightmare—you hadn’t trusted him. and now, watching him, seeing the ease with which he dismantled the fight, the way his gaze remained cold, empty, unaffected—a chill ran down your spine. you didn’t say any of this to hyun-ju.

*

the heavy main doors creaked open, and a flood of pink-clad guards entered the room in perfect formation. their faceless black masks made them look inhuman, mechanical, as they stood in eerie silence, waiting for the players to fall in line. a tense hush settled over the room as everyone understood what was coming next.

you felt hyun-ju’s fingers tighten around yours as she pulled you up with her, her grip firm but comforting. without a word, the two of you fell into step with the others, joining the slow-moving crowd heading toward the exit. the same winding staircase loomed ahead, leading you through a maze of pastel corridors—bright, almost playful, but suffocating in their endless turns.

when you finally emerged into the game area, it was different from before. the same sandy floor stretched beneath your feet, but this time, the center of the vast space held two circular, colorful tracks painted onto the ground. it almost looked like an oversized children’s play area. the tension in the air, however, was anything but playful.

a woman’s voice echoed through the space, cool and detached.

"welcome to your second game. this game will be played in teams. please divide into teams of five in the next ten minutes."

you turned to hyun-ju immediately, brow furrowing. “dalgona isn’t played in teams.”

she shook her head, her expression serious. “it’s not dalgona, then.”

hyun-ju straightened, her hand squeezing yours just briefly before she shifted into something more focused, more determined. “we need to find people,” she said firmly. “three more.”

you both turned toward the rest of the players, scanning the crowd, trying to find anyone who wasn’t already locked into an unspoken alliance. people were moving fast, pulling each other into small groups, securing their chances before time ran out.

but as you and hyun-ju approached different clusters, the reaction was the same. some people had already formed their teams and dismissed you quickly, barely sparing a glance. others looked you both up and down—eyes lingering too long on hyun-ju’s appearance, or your joined hands—and turned away without a word.

you gritted your teeth, frustration curling in your stomach. you weren’t surprised, but that didn’t make it any less infuriating. i hope you all fucking lose.

hyun-ju, ever composed, let out a slow breath beside you, the only sign of her own frustration being the tightening of her grip on your hand. “we’ll find someone,” she murmured, and you could tell she was saying it more for you than for herself.

you were about to turn to hyun-ju, to suggest splitting up just to form a team faster, when a small weight bumped into you, snapping you out of your thoughts. you turned, expecting to see someone pushing past in a hurry, but instead, you found yourself looking down at a girl.

petite, wiry, her frame smaller than yours—she looked no older than a teenager. she had wide, almost too-big eyes, framed by unruly curls of frizzy hair. her uniform bore the number 095, with a large x printed on the front.

she hesitated before speaking, her voice soft, almost hesitant. “excuse me…” she murmured, fidgeting slightly under your gaze. “would you like to team up with me?”

something in your chest eased.

you didn’t think twice before offering her a reassuring smile, the warmth genuine even in the middle of all this chaos. “of course,” you said, looping your arm through hers like it was the most natural thing in the world. the tension in her shoulders melted slightly, and you could tell that she hadn’t expected kindness here.

with her, now you were three.

"team selection will end momentarily." the pa voice jolted you into urgency. time was running out.

“we need two more,” hyun-ju reminded you, her voice low but firm.

“i know,” you murmured, scanning the dispersing players. most people had already formed their teams, clumping together in tight circles, talking in hushed voices, some sizing up their teammates with open skepticism. others had their backs turned, purposefully ignoring the stragglers still searching for a group.

hyun-ju was taller than you, giving her the advantage of a better view, so you turned to her. “aein, do you see anyone alone?”

she was already looking, eyes narrowing as she swept the field with practiced precision. “no… there’s no one i can s—oh wait, there.”

she lifted her chin, subtly gesturing toward two figures standing near the edge of the group. you followed her gaze, and the moment your eyes landed on them, your breath hitched.

your eyes followed her direction and landed on the old woman from the first day, the one whose voice had cut through the murmurs like a blade, asking why people like hyun-ju existed. standing next to her was her son, player 007. you had never told hyun-ju about what the woman had said. it hadn’t felt necessary; you had long since learned to bear the weight of ignorance in silence, sparing her when you could. if hyun-ju had heard it herself, she hadn't let it show. but now, faced with the decision of approaching them, your stomach twisted slightly.

for a split second, you hesitated, fingers twitching against 095’s arm. still, it wasn’t time for that. “do you think they’ll want to team up with us?” you asked, voice hushed.

“only one way to find out,” hyun-ju said, already moving toward them. you followed, with 095 close behind.

“excuse us,” hyun-ju said smoothly, her voice polite but firm as she stopped before them. “we need two more for our team. would you like to join us?”

007 barely hesitated before responding. “of course!” he said, a note of relief in his voice, as if he had been waiting for someone to extend a hand. he seemed eager, cooperative. you almost sighed with relief—it was done, your team was complete.

but you didn’t miss the way his mother’s brows furrowed, the way she exhaled sharply, her mouth barely parting as if she wanted to object but thought better of it. nor did you miss the way 007’s gaze lingered just a fraction too long on hyun-ju, his eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. it made your spine straighten involuntarily. but right now, it didn’t matter. what mattered was that you had a team, a real chance at winning whatever this was.

you turned to hyun-ju and let out a slow breath, offering her a small, relieved smile which she returned without hesitation, just as the pa system came to life again, its impassive voice cutting through the last murmurs of team selection.

“team selection has ended. all players, please sit in a line inside the designated circles.”

with a final glance at each other, your newly-formed team made their way toward the marked area. you took a seat between hyun-ju and 095, your body still thrumming with leftover adrenaline. the others settled in around you, and silence fell as anticipation weighed heavy in the air.

“the game you will be playing is six-legged pentathlon,” the pa voice continued. “you will start with your legs tied together. each member will take turns playing a minigame at every ten-meter mark, and if you win, the team can move on to the next one. here are the minigames: number one, ddakji. number two, flying stone. number three, gonggi. number four, spinning top. number five, jjegi. your goal is to win all the minigames and cross the finish line in five minutes. please decide players for each minigame.”

a low murmur spread among the teams as everyone quickly assessed their skills.

“what are you good at?” 007 asked, eyes flicking between you all, his tone eager, as if he thrived on strategizing.

you exchanged glances.

“i’m good at jjegi,” hyun-ju offered. “i used to be able to kick more than twenty times.” there was a faint note of pride in her voice, but it was laced with humility.

“more than twenty?” 007 sounded impressed. “that’s solid. you should definitely take jjegi.”

you nodded in agreement. “then i can do ddakji,” you said. “i won more times than the man who recruited us. is that okay with everyone?”

095 nodded immediately, eyes shining slightly. she had been quiet so far, observing you closely, hanging onto your words like you knew more than you really did. there was something about the way she looked at you—not just trust, but admiration. it made your chest feel strangely tight.

the old woman, 149, spoke next, adjusting her posture. “i grew up playing gonggi,” she said with a quiet confidence, her voice carrying the wisdom of years. “i’m really good… though i haven’t played in a long time.”

“you’ll be great, mom,” 007 reassured her, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. his words were encouraging, but there was something else underneath them—something personal.

“i can do flying stone,” 007 added. he seemed sure of himself, and no one objected.

that left one game. you turned to 095, who had been sitting quietly beside you. “are you okay with spinning top?”

her big eyes flicked up to yours, hesitant. “…yes,” she said, though the lack of conviction in her tone didn’t go unnoticed.

you lowered your voice slightly. “we can switch if you want,” you offered.

she hesitated for a split second before shaking her head. “no, it’s fine,” she said, forcing a tight-lipped smile. “i can do it.”

you studied her for a moment, sensing the nerves beneath her resolve, but you decided to trust her. you nodded. “alright. then it’s settled.”

“let’s do this!” 007 pumped his fist in the air, grinning. you all gave a small but determined cheer, sealing your fates together.

the pa crackled again. “all players, remain seated as game instructions are finalized.”

you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over you. there was no turning back now.

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shortly after, the game began. the first two teams had their legs strapped together, their bodies swaying slightly as they adjusted to the restraints before they found their rhythm. in unison, they started chanting, "one, two, one, two, one, two," their steps carefully synchronized, the sand beneath them shifting as they moved forward.

you watched intently, eyes locked on the team competing on your track. the first challenge—ddakji—was completed flawlessly, and they advanced to the flying stone segment. the player assigned to the task picked up the stone, throwing it towards the target. it missed. groaning in frustration, he hurried to retrieve it, but with every second lost, so was their hope of finishing in time. his second throw connected, but his foot was over the line, disqualifying the attempt. he hesitated, hands shaking, sweat glistening on his forehead under the artificial lighting. you leaned toward 007, voice low but urgent.

"you need to watch the line when you throw," you murmured, keeping your gaze on the struggling player.

007 nodded quickly, eyes wide with understanding. "got it," he whispered back, determination settling into his expression.

the man continued to try, each failed attempt making his movements more frantic, more desperate. and then—humiliation. his body trembled, his breath hitched, and you saw the dark stain bloom across his pants as he pissed himself, sheer terror taking hold. your stomach twisted. you could feel the team unraveling, frustration and panic taking over, sealing their fate.

the room buzzed with nervous energy. only ten seconds remained. in a last-ditch effort, the man hurled the stone with every ounce of strength left in him, and this time, it hit. his voice cracked as he stammered, "i did it, i did it!" the relief in his voice was unmistakable. but it wasn’t enough.

the buzzer sounded, and the tension in the room snapped, replaced with something much, much worse. you saw the pink-masked guards approaching before you fully registered what was about to happen. they moved with eerie precision, their guns cradled against their chests. dread pooled deep in your stomach. "oh no," you whispered, fingers digging into hyun-ju’s arm. "they're gonna shoot them."

hyun-ju said nothing, but the solemn nod she gave you confirmed the unspoken truth. you turned away before you could see it unfold, eyes snapping toward 095 instead. she looked paralyzed, her small frame shaking. instinctively, you reached for her, pulling her close, shielding her from the horror that neither of you could escape. and then, hyun-ju’s arm wrapped around both of you, solid and unwavering, her presence, as always, anchoring you in the storm.

but nothing could muffle the gunshots.

the sound ripped through the air, sharp and unrelenting. you squeezed your eyes shut, hands clamping over your ears, but it was useless. the echo rang inside your skull, each shot landing like a blow to your already frayed nerves. how many times did they fire? it felt endless, a merciless execution stretched into eternity.

when silence finally fell, you forced yourself to look.

bodies lay sprawled on the track, twisted together, their lifeless forms unnervingly still. blood seeped into the sand, staining it dark. the guards moved mechanically, untying the cuffs from the corpses with the same indifference they’d show clearing an obstacle on a course. and then, as if that wasn’t enough, a guard stepped forward, lifted his gun, and fired twice into one of the black coffins with a large pink bow.

each shot made you flinch violently.

a man nearby broke first. "we should have left!" he screamed, his voice raw with grief and fury. "now we're all gonna die! we're gonna die because half of you said you wanted to keep doing this!"

you agreed with him. oh, how you agreed with him. but it was too late for regrets. too late for rebellion. you could only move forward.

the voice on the pa rang out again, calm and unwavering. "will the next two teams please rise?"

you felt the weight of it settle over you, the moment sinking in as you stood up on unsteady legs. your hands moved automatically to help 007 pull his mother up, your fingers gripping the sleeve of her tracksuit as you steadied her. keep a clear head. no panic. no animosity. if you let emotions take over, you’d lose.

hyun-ju turned to 095, crouching slightly to meet her gaze. "hey, look at me." her voice was firm but gentle, a quiet command rather than a question. "my name’s cho hyun-ju." she motioned toward you. "this is my girlfriend."  you introduced yourself with a smile. then, softer, she asked, "what’s yours?"

095 hesitated for a fraction of a second before finally murmuring, "young-mi. kim young-mi." her voice was small, but it didn’t waver.

hyun-ju held onto young-mi’s hands, her grip steady and sure. "listen, from the moment you asked to play together, we believed in you. i could feel how brave you were, young-mi." her voice was warm, reassuring. "now i need you to believe in yourself the same way we do. can you do that?"

young-mi glanced at you, her eyes flickering with something vulnerable, searching. you nodded, rubbing a comforting hand up and down her arm.

"i’ll try," she finally whispered.

you smiled. "that’s good enough."

the old woman, 145, let out a breath that sounded close to a chuckle before straightening her spine, her voice cutting through the tension. “that’s right. i’m jang geum-ja, and i lived through the korean war. so i know a few playground games won’t kill me.” a wry smile followed before she turned to all of you, her dark eyes filled with an intensity that almost startled you. “all right, come on. let’s do this. together, we can win this.”

there was a quiet but unanimous nod from the group.

007, standing straighter now, adjusted his glasses with a little too much force, as if trying to anchor himself in the moment. “yeah,” he added quickly. “and i’m the son of jang geum-ja, who is a survivor. park yong-sik.” his voice carried a strange mix of pride and apprehension, as if he wasn’t sure whether to honor his mother’s strength or fear for her all the same.

hyun-ju took a deep breath, and just like that, her posture shifted. her shoulders squared, her chin lifted just a fraction higher. the transformation was subtle, but it was there—the sergeant in her stepping forward, taking command. “team, listen up.” her voice, rich and unwavering, drew all of you in immediately. was she like this in the military? the thought flickered through your mind as you instinctively leaned in, drawn by her certainty.

“we can get through this together. okay? let’s show all the other players here that these games are nothing to us. i know we can do it.”

she extended her hand into the center of the huddle, thumb pointed upward, and one by one, you all followed, gripping onto each other’s thumbs in a chain of silent agreement. a moment of quiet passed before, in unison, you all bounced once, raising your hands in a cheer—not loud, not overconfident, but filled with determination.

then, just as you were moving toward the track, assuming your places, young-mi’s voice cut through the air, sharp and unexpected.

“wait, wait! i need to change.”

you froze, turning to see her shifting nervously on her feet, her fingers twisting into the fabric of her sleeves.

“what?” hyun-ju frowned, concern flashing across her face.

young-mi swallowed hard. “i won’t do well at spinning top,” she admitted, her voice trembling as she turned to you. her eyes, wide and pleading, locked onto yours. “change with me, please.”

shit. shit. you pressed your lips together tightly, forcing yourself to suppress the immediate curse words threatening to escape. the weight of your team’s gazes burned into you, waiting for a response, for a decision.

you exhaled slowly through your mouth, your heart pounding against your ribs. “all right,” you finally said, nodding stiffly. “let’s change.”

it was the right call, the only call, but still, doubt curled at the edges of your mind. ddakji was supposed to be your game—the one you knew you could win. but now? now you were going into something uncertain. you have to be good at this. you can’t afford to fail.

the switch happened quickly, young-mi moving to the front while you took her place, wedged between geum-ja and hyun-ju. hyun-ju reached for your hand immediately, squeezing it tightly. “are you okay with this?” she asked, voice low, only for you to hear.

you hesitated, swallowing back the lump in your throat. “i—i have to be,” you admitted, the words barely above a whisper. her fingers tightened around yours for a brief second before letting go.

“i can do spinning top,” you continued, as if saying it aloud would make it more real. “yes. i can.” you breathed out slowly, steadying yourself.

the guards moved in then, their boots heavy against the ground as they began securing the cuffs around your legs, locking them into place. you flexed your fingers, willing yourself to stay calm. your left leg was tethered to hyun-ju’s right, your right leg bound to geum-ja’s left. it was real now. no more planning, no more adjusting. this was it.

a gunshot rang through the air—the signal to begin, and just like that, your team surged forward, a tangled collection of bodies and determination, pushing toward the only thing that mattered now: victory.

[rigelmejo]

On a lighter note. If you're a language learner browsing forums and sites, some fairly chill ones to check out:

Chinese-Forums.com: there are a lot of good study suggestions on here, and people who have shared their progress and stuff they did to study X skills. Even if you are not studying Chinese, a lot of their discussions can apply to learning other languages. And if you've ever been on some japanese learner forums where people tended to attack more over "study MY way, not X way," this forum has much less of that. So I've found the ideas shared on here have also been useful for applying to how I study other languages. Some great tips on reading here.

forum.language-learners.org: this site may be easier to find posts for, if you go to a web search site (google, duckduckgo, searx.space) and search this site's name as well as the question you have. So for example "language-learners.org how to improve reading skill" or "language-learners.org listening reading method." This forum has posts by many language learners, who share experiences with study methods, progress they've made, language challenges and study methods and how they went progress wise. It's very useful for looking up study methods and how they've worked/not worked for people, and seeing people's progress they share. The forum seems a bit less ready to attack others compared to some subreddits on reddit.

reddit.com/r/dreamingspanish: Dreaming Spanish is a youtube channel and website that teaches Spanish through pure comprehensible input designed lessons (and the creator designed the lessons for Automatic Language Growth, but people use DS in a variety ways including as practice to supplement explicit study so the community is somewhat open to people studying DS in ways besides purely comprehensible-input). The subreddit is more focused on pure ALG method, so no looking words up and no trying to translate in your head and no explicit vocabulary and grammar study, because that's how DS instructs students to study using it. But their study suggestions still work very well with other study methods, so if you are a learner doing a lot of explicit study like anki flashcards and textbooks, the Spanish resources suggested on DS subreddit are still useful for practicing listening to Spanish or reading Spanish. It's also cool to see people share their progress doing an ALG method, and a lot of people on DS subreddit share how they're doing, what they've done so far, progress during different stages. I did a lot of digging a while back, to try and see if any learners who did the ALG method shared WHEN they spoke, and how they improved their speaking over time. And also, when they found content made for native speakers understandable. DS subreddit has a lot of learners sharing that stuff - when they started speaking, how they're practicing it, how it's improved over time, when they could understand X content and how well they could understand it and how it's improving.

Heavenly Path Notion Site: excellent resource for finding recommendations of content to read/listen to in Chinese. I think their ranking of difficulty on their website is incredibly useful, and matches well to my own experiences. Their recommendations for how to start learning to read Chinese are also super solid, from mentioning Pleco and graded reader options to suggesting when to transition to materials for native speakers around (1000-2000 words learned/HSK 4) and which materials to start with (their Newcomer recommendations are way easier than the novels I started trying to read with). MoonIvy has posted recommendations on Heavenly Path, and shared their progress on reddit and other forums as well, and their journey and progress learning is something I'm hoping to follow along after lol. They're a great example of progress through reading Chinese. There's other people involved in Heavenly Path who also made amazing progress, someone shared they read SaYe within a few months of starting to learn Chinese, then increased novel difficulty from there! If you are learning to Chinese and wish to eventually read webnovels, I highly encourage you to check out this site and start working on reading as soon as possible. Their guide on reading has a place to start for anyone (beginner graded reader suggestions even if you only know 300 words like Mandarin Companion, and up), and if you follow that guide I do think it's entirely reasonable you will be reading a novel for kids by the end of the year (like TuTu DaWang) and a webnovel by an author you love in 2 years (or sooner, if you read a lot or aren't an absolute beginner... after all, I read some of a Priest novel within 1 year, and some people who referenced Heavenly Path's recommendations read bl webnovels Within the first year of studying). Reading that novel you love in Chinese is not an unobtainable goal, it's something you can do in 1-2 years. Please check out Heavenly Path's recommendations for a path to achieving that, with reading material that may not feel as hard as if you randomly selected novels.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Solitary Man: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Summary: You're feeling more like yourself for the first time in forever. You're not going to let anything spoil your good mood.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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"We're all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life." - Tennessee Williams

You feel good. For the first time since you got released from prison, you feel like the weight of the world isn't lying on your shoulders. You're still required to go to therapy until she deems you fit to be on your own but you're not dreading going to her anymore. You actually look forward to it. You feel safe in her office and feel like you can talk about anything without judgment. You trust Spencer with everything you're telling your therapist, but he's strictly Team Y/N and will side with you on anything. You need your therapist's unbiased opinion and advice.

You're sitting at your desk staring at your open notebook wondering what to write. You've rewritten every single nightmare you have besides the rape. You don't know what you can write that will make what happened better.

Spencer walks into the bullpen and sees you tapping the end of your pen on your notebook. He walks behind you and places a hand on your shoulder. You look up at him with a smile as he runs his fingers through your hair.

"Are you okay?"

"Doing better now."

"Why is that?"

"You."

Spencer leans down and kisses you Spider-Man style, one of your favorite positions.

"Come on, we have a case."

You leave your notebook at your desk before following Spencer to the briefing room where everyone else is. There is already a picture of the most recent victim and her crime scene.

"Her name was Tanya Hill. She was twenty-nine and a bartender. She was found two days ago in Edgewood, New Mexico. She's the fifth woman in over six months to be found dead in a ditch off the I-40 and I-25," JJ explains. "All were manually strangled and none were sexually assaulted."

"Well, maybe the act of strangulation is what gets him off."

"Where were they abducted from?" Emily asks.

"All over."

"Well, they're not just crossing state lines. These cities are hundreds of miles apart," Derek says. "That's a lot of bodies. Why is it taking so long to be invited?"

"We haven't been invited. We found this on the HSK database," Hotch says.

The HSK is the Highway Serial Killer database. With someone crossing state lines like this, they don't belong to one county or jurisdiction, therefore, landing themselves on the HSK database.

"Well, a lot of police departments won't want this problem," Derek says.

"The geographic profile shows that only one of them has it. They just don't know it yet."

"How do you know that?" Rossi asks Spencer.

"Because he has a comfort zone based on the direction he was heading when he dumped the bodies. All five cases point to our unsub heading to Edgewood."

"Now so are we."

You make sure to pack your notebook in your go-bag before heading to the jet with the rest of the team.

"Clearly this unsub doesn't care about his victims being found," Derek says once the plane is in the air, "or he knows he can't be linked to them."

"The ME report supports that first theory. Matching DNA was found on all five victims but not in any database. It's also in keeping with the victimology and abduction sites."

"Which is what?" Emily asks your boyfriend.

"Target rich and offender-friendly."

"The time of death from the time of abduction varies dramatically in each case. Some lived twelve hours, others twenty-four before they were killed."

"What's he doing with them?" JJ asks.

"He's not having sex with them. There are no signs of torture or even restraints. What was the matching DNA?"

"Skin," Emily answers Derek. "That and metal shavings were found under the fingernails of all five victims. Tanya only had one nail left. It looked like whatever she was in, she tried to claw her way out."

"JJ, have Garcia match victimology and abduction sites to HSK findings for the last year," Hotch says and she nods. "If he sticks to this timeline, Edgewood is about to discover another body."

As soon as the plane lands, you, Rossi, and Spencer go to Tanya's dump site, Hotch and Emily go to the ME's office, and the rest go to the police station to get set up. The cars whiz by you on the highway and you admire the way they are going about their lives without a single inclination that there is a dead body here. Sometimes, you wish you could be them.

"So, she was abducted thirty-two-point-nine miles west of here, which means if they drove the speed limit, they got here in thirty minutes or less," Spencer says.

"So, how long's it gonna take either of you to get in that ditch?" Rossi asks.

"Get in that ditch? I got shot in the knee, remember? My doctor said I'm not allowed to do any climbing."

"It's a ditch."

"New boots, huh? Italian leather?"

"I'll do it," you roll your eyes playfully. 

You carefully slide down the hill before reaching the place where the body was found. She's not there anymore but you can see the remnants of her using the energy she left behind. She is lying in the fetal position, hiding from anyone who passes by her.

"From here I can be seen by any passing vehicle," Rossi says.

"I can't. She was dumped at night so he wouldn't be seen by anyone."

"He drives up, dumps the body, and leaves. Job done," Rossi says.

"I don't think so," you shake your head.

"Why?"

You kneel down next to the woman and study her features. If you didn't know any better, you'd think she was sleeping.

"All five victims were found posed in the fetal position with their right arm palm-up and left arm palm-down. It's almost child-like and comforting like what a parent would do for their child."

"Do you have any ideas why he'd stage them this way?"

"No." Rossi nods and walks away, leaving you alone with Spencer. He starts to move down the hill to help you back up but you put a hand up to stop him. "Don't you dare. I got this." When you get closer to the top, you take Spencer's hand so he can help you the rest of the day. "I'm going to rub mud all over his shoes later."

As you're walking back to the car, your phone rings. Spencer rubs your arm before continuing, leaving you alone to take the call. You smile when you see your dad's name and picture.

"Hey, Dad!"

"Hey, sweetheart. I have some time, I figured I could come down to you and hang out. I'm sorry I haven't been available since you got released. I have been super busy with work and the kids."

"I'd like that but I'm in New Mexico right now on a case."

"You're still with the FBI? They let you come back?"

You don't know why but that question makes your skin crawl.

"Yeah. I'm innocent. They saw that." Your dad doesn't answer to that. "Are you okay?"

"Peachy," he grits out. "Again, sorry, I'm under a lot of stress."

"Yeah, I get it. Look, if you're still available, I'd love to hang with you once I'm back in Virginia. I can bring some of my friends so you can meet them."

"Your FBI friends?"

"Dad, stop it. You'll love them. JJ is like my best friend, and Penelope is super quirky and fun. Emily is a bit intense but you'll come to like her."

"Great! Can't wait! I'll bring your mother. I'm sure she'd love to meet them, too."

It's like as soon as you mentioned they are girls, his mood brightened. He doesn't like Derek and Spencer but you're not sure why. You say your goodbyes and walk to Spencer and Rossi who are already in the car. You don't mention this to Spencer knowing it will only upset him.

Hotch called Rossi to explain to him what he and Emily found at the ME's office. Yes, to be considered a serial killer, there has to be more than one body but if you look at a slightly larger area than just Edgewood, there are five bodies--all strangled, all staged, and all dumped. The fact that all bodies seem to be heading toward Edgewood, Hotch thinks that this place has to mean something to him like he grew up here or he lives here now.

Not only did Tanya have evidence found by DNA and metal fragments under her fingernails, but she also had diesel fuel on her clothing. Now, that's not unusual since she was found on a highway, and a lot of semis drive by it. However, all of the victims had table sugar rubbed on their clothing. Table sugar, well-known by truck drivers, is used to absorb diesel fuel.

That's how he's transporting them.

You know another murder is coming but didn't know it'd come so close after arriving in New Mexico. Not only is there another murder but a witness was left behind. You and Derek break away from the main group to investigate it with Sheriff Frank Sanders. He struck in the middle of the night at a rest stop that's now crawling with police.

"Garcia says there are seven hundred and eighty-two truckers working and living in this county," Derek says.

"That's too many. We have to narrow down the specific routes."

The sheriff leaves the witness' side and walks over to you and Derek. The witness left behind was the daughter of the woman who was kidnapped.

"The daughter, Courtney, confirmed that he was definitely driving a big rig. She wasn't able to make out any logos or see the plate."

"I'd like to talk to her," you say. You're about to follow the Sheriff when you look into the treeline to your right. There is a woman standing there but she isn't alive. "Derek, this is a dump site. The mom was an opportunity kidnapping. Check the woods. There's a body out there."

Derek doesn't have to question you and calls forth some officers to help him with the sheriff. You walk over to the daughter who is sitting on a picnic bench with an officer. He leaves to give you two some privacy and you sit next to her.

"Hi. My name is Agent Y/N. I'm with the FBI and we're going to do everything we can to help bring your mom back. Now, can you tell me anything about the semi you saw? Any distinguishing marks?"

"I wasn't looking. I was texting. I heard a truck start. When I went to the bathroom, she was gone. How are you gonna find her?"

"There's a good chance he's gonna stay in Edgewood."

"Why wouldn't he just run?"

"Because he always comes back to Edgewood. Your mother is the first woman he's taken from here."

"We were just driving through. We live in Phoenix. Mom was just trying to get me home so I could go to tryouts. You have to find her. She's all I have," Courtney cries.

"You should come down to the station." your phone rings and it's Derek. "Excuse me." You step off to the side and answer it. "Hey, where are you?"

"You were right. There is a body. Go south into the woods. You need to see this."

You excuse yourself from Courtney and walk over to the spot where the sheriff and Derek are. You look down and see the woman you saw standing by the tree line. You kneel next to her and put your hands out, not touching the body. You close your eyes and allow her energy to paint a picture of her final moments. She's inside a metal room. She's terrified. She claws at the walls but she can't get out.

"She was trapped inside a metal room. I don't know if the walls are made of metal or if there was some kind of aluminum shield like what you'd use to keep heat out." You look down and see what's underneath her fingernails. "She has metal shavings underneath her fingernails. He comes here to dump her body and stumbles upon Nancy. He didn't wait a minute between victims, and he left her daughter as a witness."

"What's going on here?" Sheriff Sanders asks.

"That's what we need to find out."

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[emma-frxst]

All That You’ll Take

Pairing: Colossus/ Piotr Rasputin x Reader

Summary: Piotr and reader suffer a loss at the hands of the x-men, can they find it within themselves to keep fighting for the good guys?

Warnings: character death, grief, angst.

The lovely @reiner-exodus-rasputin asked me for bad guy Colossus so hereeee we gooo ❤️

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The faux fur of your thick winter jacket tickled your neck, the chilly wind blowing the soft fibers directly on you. You wrapped the long fibers around your fingers and gave a tug, easily ripping them out.

As you let the wind blow the fur from your fingers, tears began to well up in your eyes and your throat tightened.

The fibers were gone. Missing from your jacket forever, never to be reunited with the other strands of fur. Gone..for the rest of your life.

You turned your attention to Piotr, tears rolled down his face in a continuous cascade. He was standing right next to you, but he felt a million miles away.

You wished you could comfort him, you wished you knew how. But you could barely console yourself through your own grief.

It was the dead of winter, cold and bitter, but it couldn’t compare to the bitterness within your heart.

There was a point in time when you would’ve laid down your life for your fellow X- Men. A time when you trusted them with your own life. A time when your team truly felt like a family.

A simpler time.

You had many fond memories of your time at Xavier’s Institute. You’d met Piotr there, even married him there. It’s where your first held your son in your arms. You formed unbreakable bonds with your friends, taught and trained many students, Including your son, Ilya.

But now you couldn’t even bear to look at it, couldn’t bear to be in it.

The officiant finished the eulogy and gave a slight nod towards you and Piotr. Together, you two walked up to the simple pine box, Piotr letting out a wavering breath.

You dragged your gloved fingers along the grain. It was a mighty fine piece of woodwork, the best around.

Piotr spoke first,

“до свидания мой сын.” (Goodbye, my son) he said, placing his and Ilya’s favorite book on the casket.

“Покойся с миром, мой ребенок.” (rest in peace, my child) you said and placed a flower on top of the book.

You watched as your fellow X-men placed trinkets and things on the casket. Ilya was loved by so many.

You buried him on the highest hillside on Piotr’s family’s farm. You and Piotr declined to bury him at the mansion, you wanted him to rest in peace, to be far away from the life that got him killed.

You couldn’t help but feel hatred towards your team, they were supposed to keep each other safe. It was a stupid mistake..but it cost your son, your only child, his life. It was so easily preventable, yet it still happened. The team knew your anxiety and your worries, they knew their promise to keep him safe. They knew struggle you had to go through to have your son. He was just learning to be a X-Man. He was so eager to follow in your and Colossus’ footsteps. Ilya was so excited to go on his first mission.

He had been going on missions since he was 16. You and Piotr were so damn proud of him, you’d just started letting him go on missions without you and his father.

You were regretting that decision right about now.

You remembered Piotr saying “the boy is 21 years old ,my dear, he will be okay…he’s the best parts of you and me. Besides, we are getting old, time to let the young students take care of things.”

And of course you sassed back with a comment about how he’s getting old, not you…even though your joints popped when got got out of bed in the morning and you went to bed at the ripe old time of 9pm. Oh the life of an X-Man.

“Some life” you scoffed to yourself.

You and Piotr had given decades of your lives to the X-Men and this was your reward?? Unimaginable grief? Pain?

.

Over the next few months, Piotr only grew more distant, your grief driving a wedge between you two. You thought things were looking up when he said he had something planned for the two of you.

But your stomach turned when the car pulled up to the residence of none other than sworn enemy of the X-Men, Magneto.

“Piotr w-what’s happening?” You asked, your voice panic-stricken.

He turned towards you and took your hands in his.

“My feelings of anger, hurt, and betrayal have not gone away since Ilya’s funeral. I no longer feel like part of the X-Men. So I have sought a place where I do belong…where we belong.” He explained, rubbing his thumbs along the back of your hands.

“But Magneto’s brotherhood?!” You nearly yelled.

“Please..hear them out (y/n), hear me out.”

You took a deep breath.

“Okay.” You surrendered.

You two walked up to the elegant front door, a botanical pattern was delicately carved into the pine.

Pine.

Piotr knocked and not even two seconds later, Eric Lehnsherr opened the door. Must’ve been expecting you.

“Hello, Piotr.”

“привет.”(hello) He greeted, you could tell this wasn’t their first meeting.

“(Y/n). My condolences.” Magneto extended his hand and you hesitantly shook it.

“Thanks.” You said, stepping inside.

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After that night at Magneto’s you and Piotr had decided to give each other some much needed time and space away from each other and the X-mansion.

You were just starting to feel okay when there was a knock at your door.

It was Scott and Ororo.

“We got wind that Colossus is being held at Magneto’s place.”

“Held?”

They nodded.

You knew that no one could really “hold” Colossus, you’d seen him plow his way through many enemies, so you figured something else was up.

Your stomach began to churn, there’s no way he actually joined Magneto right? Piotr, your lawful good, protein bar- eating, wouldn’t hurt an innocent fly, husband..surely not, right?

You got in the car with Ororo, Scott, Logan, Kurt, and Charles.

You exchanged polite greetings but nothing further. They felt distant from you, your loss leaving you a shell of your former self.

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Residence of the brotherhood of evil mutants.

The car pulled to a halt outside of the house. You were the last to exit the car, standing behind everyone else.

You were greeted by Eric standing in the doorway.

“Where’s Colossus?” Scott asked, getting straight to the point, leaving to time for pleasantries.

Magneto wordlessly stepped aside, letting Piotr step outside. You almost didn’t recognize him. His once colorful, red and yellow uniform, now black and gray. Sad.

Everyone was shocked to see him there, willingly, including you.

“Colossus, my friend, what- what’s going on? Let’s go home.” Kurt begged.

He walked down the steps, getting closer to the people who he once considered his family.

“Life as an x-man..It has taken my son from me, it has taken a toll on my body, taken time away from me that could’ve been spent with my wife. What will you take next? My freedom?! My own life?!”

“Colossus it was an accident! We all miss Ilya dearly.”

“You do not miss him like I do, like we do.” Colossus said, pointing towards you.

“This is crazy Colossus, come on.” Scott begged.

Piotr let out a heavy sigh.

“What hurts the most is-“ he paused, feeling tears well up. But now wasn’t a time for tears. “You all acting like he never existed, ignoring the pain myself and (y/n) are feeling! Not one of you volunteered to teach our classes, help with his memorial, and not one of you sorry, selfish, pricks protected him!”

The team was quiet, reflecting on Piotr’s words. They did help with those things, but they guessed it wasn’t in the way Piotr needed.

You had never seen him so angry.

You walked to the forefront of the group, not believing your eyes. Your sweet husband, turning away from everything good.

“Piotr…” you started, your voice cracking. You hadn’t seen him in months.

Upon seeing you, he transformed out of defense mode and closed the gap between him and you, his scowl softening.

You stopped a moment to take him in. His eyes were tired, his hair more gray than the last time you saw him. His frown lines were more engraved on his face, he hadn’t shaved in a while either.

Just then and only then, you saw just how much losing Ilya, being a part from you, and losing his X-family affected him. His heart was shattered.

“Baby, please, come home.” You pleaded, your voice threatening to break.

He only stared at you.

Wordlessly, he held out his hand, wanting you to take it. To join him.

You hesitated, the events of recent months played over in your mind.

You reached out to take his hand, but stopped half way. You drowned out the rest of the team yelling at you to stop.

“They care about me, (y/n). About us, about mutant kind. They take care of their own, not leaving them to be slaughtered like livestock.”

You glanced back at the others, desperately trying to get to you, but were being held back by Magneto’s powers.

You turned your attention back to Colossus, his hand still outstretched.

You hesitated once again, debating whether or not to take his hand. You met his gaze, those baby blue eyes told you everything you needed to know.

You’d made your decision.

-END-

Authors Note: whaoahhh ambiguous ending! Let me know what you would’ve decided.

Masterlist

[stellar-starseed]

Jungkook Drabbles

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Summary: You meet up with your boyfriend after a few days away and you can’t seem to help yourself.

Word Count: 1,022

Warnings: Mild sexual content, thigh riding, language

A/N: cross posted on hsk-wthego and ao3

Appearances by Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin

Gif does not belong to me.

Jungkook sat across the room from you. He was still wearing a pair of glasses that just topped off the outfit he had on, and you thanked the stylist for this photo shoot . Your eyes scanned his body. His tight light blue jeans that were ripped at the knees and thigh had you nearly drooling. You could see his thigh muscle flexing as he fidgeted around.

You had just gotten in to town, having to head back to the states for family business, and you missed your boyfriend terribly. The last time you saw him was a video chat three days ago, and it might sound pathetic but it felt like ages to you.

Jungkook had missed you more than you would know. The guys would tell you, exaggerating his moods for laughs. Even though they tried to embarrass him, you loved to hear how much your sweetheart missed you.

Your boyfriend was anxious to see you and was unaware you had already landed. He was eager to finish his shoot so he could get to you. Jungkook waited for the director to approve the last set as he chewed on his fingernails and shook his leg.

“Alright thanks everyone that is a wrap!” Jungkook sighed in relief when he heard the directors clearance to go. He stood up quickly heading to the dressing room. He nearly missed seeing you when you stepped directly in front of him.

Jungkook initially stepped back unaware it was you, but as soon as it registered his face lit up. You could see his beautiful lips curl into a smile and his eyes were so bright you were swooning.

“Hey, baby!” He wrapped his arms around you and quickly nuzzled his face into your neck. When he finally loosened his grip he gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, Kook.” You said trying to play it cool.

“I missed you.” He was unable to hide his smile and you melt every time he flashes that beautiful smile at you no matter how many years you may have been together.

“I missed you more, handsome.” You place your hands on either side of his face and gently press your lips to his. He smiles into your kiss and you open your mouth to take his perfect bottom lip in to gently suck on. He hums into your mouth and pulls away quickly. He looks around and while no one is paying you any attention his ears are still red and he’s pulling you towards the exit.

You ended up back at the dorm much quicker than expected. Your stomach was suddenly growling when you caught a wif of Yoongi’s home cooking. Jungkook made a sharp turn into the kitchen, hanging over Yoongi’s shoulder he asked for a bite. Yoongi fed him without protest and offered some to you. You gladly took a bite yourself praising Yoongi’s cooking skills. When you were told dinner wouldn’t be ready for a while, Jungkook grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the living room.

“Baby.” You chuckled a little taken aback. Jungkook yanked you down next to him on the couch. You sat as close to him as you could get and kissed his neck lightly running your tongue over the mole there. When you pulled away you saw he was biting at his lip and you pulled his face closer to kiss him.

You both were eager to deepen this kiss. You began to straddle his lap as he adjusted towards you. His leg brushed against you in just the right way and you moaned into the kiss. Jungkook paused momentarily and smiled. He pulled you down on to his thigh, you could feel his muscles flexing under you to adjust to your full weight on him. He pulled you down onto him by your hips and you let out a heavy breath next to his ear.

“Ride me.” He whispered. Your breath hitched. You were so turned on by how he could be so commanding even when he was so gentle. You look into his deep eyes and obey by gently rocking your hips back and forth.

“That’s it.” Jungkook encouraged, “You’re so sexy.” He nibbled on your ear and slipped his fingers through your hair.

“Guk-ah.” You say almost panting. You lean closer to him and nuzzle your face in his neck. He momentarily shifts underneath you and you call out and lean back. The look on Jungkook’s face is that of satisfaction and that look is just one more thing that turns you on.

You could see the bulge in his jeans, and you run your hand over it ever so gently. Back and forth.

“Fuck...” he whispers. Back and forth you glide your hands over his growing bulge to the same rhythm you are grinding his thick thigh.

Jungkook pulls you closer by the nape of your neck and kissed you. There was a hunger inside this kiss. One of his hands still on your hip tugged you down and directed you. You gladly followed his lead. That is until you were on the edge.

You pushed yourself down on his thigh at varying angles and with increasing speed. Your moans were more frequent and much less controlled.

“Beautiful.” Jungkook hummed in your ear.

“Beautiful is right!” You jumped off of Jungkook’s lap so fast to face Hoseok who was smiling at you.

“I was trying so hard not to interrupt.” Jimin chimed in, “Sorry Jungkook.” You glance to the left of Hoseok to find Jimin’s apologetic face. You almost want to melt, but you’re so embarrassed you feel your face burning red.

Yoongi slowly walked out of the kitchen. “I was at least going to wait until she finished.” Noticing your red face Yoongi chuckled, “you didn’t really think we were oblivious did you?”

You slowly sink into the couch grabbing a pillow to hide your face. Jungkook looks down at his throbbing dick with a slight pout. He reaches over and grabs your thigh reassuringly.

“It’s okay baby.” He chuckles in your ear. “Why don’t we take this in the other room?”

[crystal-sn0w]

admit it ❤️‍🔥

warning: 18+!

enemies to lovers, rough

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Finally, it was Friday. It felt like you'd been counting down the minutes for this week to end since the moment you opened your eyes Monday morning.

Sat at your desk, you closed your computer screen down and rolled your neck to relieve the tension of the day. 7pm - you'd stayed late, again. Trying to tie everything off before the weekend. Work was killing you at the moment, constant deadlines and pressures to take on more and more tasks. Your boss appreciated your competent, hardworking nature a little too much maybe, but you also couldn't say no when people asked things of you. Caring about work has always been part of your nature - even if the job wasn't particularly anything you were passionate about; it was just how you were. You always had to go above and beyond in everything you did, even if it drained you.

*buzz* *buzz* *buzz*

Your phone vibrated rapidly, a small smile appeared on your lips in what felt like the first time in hours as you removed it from your pocket; clocking the picture of you and your best friend as the incoming call flashed on the screen.

"Helllooooooooo, are you coming?!" Hae bellowed down the phone, the music in the background causing you to pull the phone from your ear slightly with the loudness.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I had some bits to finish off - you sound like you got started early..." you chuckled, being able to tell from her demanding tone that Hea was already well on her way to being drunk. You shuffled yourself into your jacket and started making your way out of the office as you chatted.

"Shit week" she grumbled back, "now come onnnnn, we are bored of waiting"

"Who is we?" You swore you could hear Hae's eyes rolling as she sighed at your question.

"I've already told you... it's just me and Sami... for now... and then Yoongi, Joon and a couple of other guys from work will be joining, OK? see you soon, don't be too long!"

Hae mumbled down the phone so quickly, and before you could protest, explaining that you weren't in the mood to hang out with anyone else the dial tone rang through your ears. You cursed under your breath that she had managed to lured you in with a false promise of it being a girls' night, only for it to turn into a larger group gathering... again.

It wasn't that you minded your friends boyfriends tagging along, you all had fun together and you got on with most of the wider group of friends from her work that she had introduced you to. You just knew that the one person who had the power to ruin your day even more would inevitably show up, as he always did. And tonight, with your temper already at its limit from the stresses of work, Hoseok was the last person you were in the mood to see.

At first, he’d blended into the group seamlessly, and everyone seemed to pour over him. You'd tried to be welcoming too, initially. You'd always found him handsome; his pointed features, honey skin and deep eyes had caught your attention the first time Yoongi had introduced him to the group. There'd been a thought at one point that Hae may have set you both up on a date, but it very quickly became clear that you weren't an easy match. He was so confident, loud and at times... obnoxious. Whereas you were sensitive and reserved. He’d command the room so easily that everyone was lingering on his every word. But he bugged you. He'd play up to the attention, and tease you for being emotional, and an easy target for banter. You hated how he goaded you. It’s like he’d had a radar for your sensitive but combative nature from the moment you met. He went out of his way to contradict you, trip you up or state opinions that would get your back up. You'd tried time and time again to hold back but you’d inevitably snap because you were never one to bite your tongue. It’s like he enjoyed the fight, smirking at you as you got angrier at his remarks. You hated that there was still a part of you that found him attractive. You hated how your eyes lingered on the mole on his lip as it curled into that arrogant smirk. Sometimes your interactions would lead to debates that still lingered on the edge of lighthearted bickering. Sometimes it was full blown arguments. You'd end up face to face, your friends sat on the edge of their seats loving every minute - chanting "kiss, kiss, kiss" to throw you off.

You wondered why others didn't seem to get riled up in the same way. But also, wondered why he didn't seem to tease others with the same intensity as you.

Your blood simmered every time you thought about him. You ranted and raved to Hae and Sami about him. Why hadn't he gotten bored? What was his problem with you? Why did he keep picking on you?

They'd soothe you, reminding you that he is just playing, and that you took his bait too easily, but you couldn't shake it. You didn't understand what his problem was, and why he was so hell bent on pissing you off.

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You walked into the bar, taking care not to get caught in the pink and red streamers that covered the doorway. Valentine’s Day was around the corner and everywhere you went there were sickly sweet reminders of your singleness. You made your way to the table where Hae and Sami were sat, chattering away excitedly and sipping on glittery, pink cocktails. They went silent as you sat down, Sami running to the bar to buy you a cocktail of your own.

"What fresh hell are you unleashing on me tonight?" you grumbled as you sat down.

"Oh shush, it's cute here don't you think?... I think you're gonna end up having fun" Hae was in a suspiciously good mood for someone who'd had a shit week at work. You eyed her for a moment as she beamed at you, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"What are you up to?" you probed, your chest tightening. She simply smiled back at you, and slid the cocktail in your direction. She was a brick wall despite your glare. You'd had a good few staring matches in your time as friends, and she never, ever gave in - but you also knew that it meant she was absolutely plotting something. After a minute or two of staring, you gave in and downed your cocktail. You knew when it came to Hae, she was always going to have her way and the more you had to drink, the more you'd be able to cope with whatever, or whoever, she had in store.

The next hour passed with just you and your friends, Hae and Sami plied you with more sweet cocktails, and listened to your rants about work, sharing stories of their own about office dramas and annoying colleagues.

"You better not be talking about me..." a deep voice appeared, head poking in between yours and your girls' huddled shoulders. Yoongi placed a quick peck on Hae's cheek before greeting the group; Namjoon and a couple of others you knew approaching the table shortly after bringing a round of drinks for everyone. As everyone caught up with each other, the chatter got louder and drinks were flowing. You eased into the evening, enjoying the company of your friends and releasing the stresses of your week. More people filtered into the bar, including some more friends and people who you didn't know. You couldn't help but notice that Hoseok hadn't turned up.

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"Y/N... this is Jungkook..." Hae's voice appeared at your side, interrupting you from a chat with Joon and Sami. You spun round to see a tall, tattooed man dressed in all black dipping his head at you as your best friend stood next to him, her eyes practically bursting out of her face with giddiness.

So this is why she had been acting suspicious.

"He works with Yoongi... and we thought... well... you know... you'd get on, okay bye!" Hae skittered away, practically squealing as she leapt into Yoongi's arms.

You couldn't bring yourself to look up at the gorgeous man in front of you at first, instead glaring past his frame at Hae. Yoongi twirled the length of her hair around his fingers as he scolded her gently for being so unsubtle. In this moment you wondered how you'd ended up best friends with such a trouble maker. You also couldn't help but notice the envy that stirred in your stomach at the sight of your friends with their partners. The room being covered in hearts repeatedly slammed the reminder into you that you hadn't yet met your match.

So after a moment, spurred on by the liquor in your system, you swallowed your nerves and met his eyes. This wasn't the first time your friend had tried to set you up with someone, but maybe it would be the first time you'd allow yourself to entertain it.

"Ha... this is a bit awkward right, but can I get you a drink?" his giant eyes glinted at you, big bunny grin sealing the deal.

You warmed quickly to Jungkook, his goofy laugh and unexpected shyness drew you in and softened your edges. You drank and danced, his hand lingering on your waist a little, you caught him smiling at you out of the corner of your eye as you stood chatting in your group of friends. Over the course of the evening, you forgave Hae for her clumsy set-up - finally enjoying the first night out in a while where you weren't provoked into a bickering match.

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As the night progressed, the group thinned slightly and the remaining attendees moved to a corner to continue chatting and drinking, reluctant to go home. Sami sat on Namjoon's lap, pulled into their own little world. Hae continued to chatter away to anyone who would listen, whilst Yoongi sat quietly beside her, fingers tracing her skin, playing with her hair and eyes never leaving her face. A couple of friends sat listening to Hae, whilst you and Jungkook sat together at the edge of the corner booth listening and laughing at all the drunken conversations around you.

"Well, isn't this cosy!"

Your heart lurched in your chest, your head snapping up to see Hoseok approaching the table. He wore all black, looking effortlessly casual but put together as usual. His hair was loosely styled, falling into his eyes. He scanned the group, cocky smile on his face as he greeted everyone before landing his gaze on you and Jungkook. You noticed a slight twitch in his face, his big smile faltering for a split second. Here we go, you thought, preparing yourself for your relaxing night to be brought to an abrupt end. You scowled back in his direction, irritation flooding your veins.

Hoseok grabbed an empty chair from a nearby table and placed himself at the edge of the booth, right next to you and Jungkook. 'Why the fuck is he sitting here?!' you groaned inwardly to yourself. Your eyes shot to Hae, trying to grab her attention and communicate your annoyance but she was too drunk, too distracted. You were trapped in between Jungkook and Hoseok.

"So... y/n. Who's your date?"

You stared at him silently.

"Ah.. I'm Jungkook. Nice to meet you" Jungkook, on the other side of, reached his hand across to Hoseok, dipping his head in a slight bow.

Hoseok gripped his hand hard, offering a dominant half smile in return as he accepted Jungkook's greeting.

"Wow... so, on a date with y/n? Has she told you you're an idiot yet? That's her favourite thing to say to me... oh, and the ranting you must have experienced that, and the superiority complex, oh, she's great at that! I'm amazed she's found someone who doesn't find that off-putting..."

"Uhhhh... no. It's been a pretty chill night..." Jungkook frowned at Hoseok's remark, confused by the jibe. He pulled his hand back, shooting you a quick glance. Your face was set in a frown, breathing deeply through your nose to try and remain calm whilst staring at Hoseok. Your blood simmering.

'What the fuck is he doing this for?' you seethed to yourself.

Hoseok smirked, relishing in your annoyance. He knew he'd hit a sore spot already by trying to make you look unreasonable in front of Jungkook. You couldn't bare the thought of him implying things about you that weren't true.

"Chill? Y/N? Are you sure you're on a date with her and not someone else? Y/N is the opposite of chill, trust me... I'd know"

"Did you guys... date... or something..." Jungkook asked, confusion rising at the comments, the tension and the stares between you and Hoseok.

The anger within you accelerated, but not wanting to bite and end up screaming at Hoseok in front of Jungkook, you bit your tongue... taking a deep breath, you planned to minimise the damage.

"No, we-" you started

"No. But she wishes, and that's why she can't stand me you know? But that shouldn't bother you... right? She's with you after all..." Hoseok interrupted. His jaw clenched now, eyes piercing into you despite addressing Jungkook.

"Oh... um..." Jungkook hesitated, clearly put off by Hoseok's statement.

You held his stare, fury fizzing under your skin. His dark eyes stared into yours. A tiny smirk appeared on his heart shaped lips.

The moment you spotted his lip curl upwards, you shot out of your seat. Pushing your way through the crowded bar, tears pricking at your eyes. You couldn't believe the audacity of him. You'd expected him to turn up, you'd even expected a few snide remarks but this level of targeting felt like a new extreme.

As you reached the corridor for the bathroom, you were halted by a firm grasp on your wrist. Yanking you backwards a step, you slammed into his chest. You bury your face into the black fabric, taking a moment to cry softly as your frustration continued to simmer.

"Y/N... are you okay?"

Hoseok's voice vibrated through you, realisation reigniting the anger within you as you pushed against his chest and walked further down the hallway towards the bathroom. Both him and Jungkook had been wearing black shirts, you hadn't noticed it was him who followed you, and not Jungkook, through the tears in your eyes.

"Fuck off, Hoseok. You've got what you wanted, you've ruined my night - isn't that enough!? What do you care if I'm okay?" you shouted.

Hoseok caught up with you and grabbed your wrist again. This time holding you in place, pushing you against the wall.

"Don't tell me to fuck off, y/n... I don't like that. I'm asking if you're okay"

"No I'm not fucking okay. What kind of kick do you get out of pissing me off every single time we are together?! What's your problem?!"

You exploded with rage. The months of teasing, bickering and provocation from Hoseok came spilling out, tangled with alcohol, stress and the confusion that you still found him attractive after all this time, after all these arguments.

"Why do you insist on making my life hell? You constantly target me, and sometimes I don't know if it's your sense of humour, or if you actually hate me, and think I'm some ridiculous, sensitive girl or what?! What is your problem with me?!"

You continued to rant and rave at him as he stood there looking at you, hand still around your wrist, your back against the wall.

"What?! Now you're quiet?! Usually you don't shut the fu-"

Your rant cut off as Hoseok's lips crashed against yours. His free hand grabbed at your face, clutching your jaw tightly as his other hand pinned your wrist against the wall. His mouth moved on yours hungrily, his tongue swiping at your lips encouraging them to open. You don't understand it but you kiss him back. Opening your lips to allow his tongue to explore yours. You gasp into his mouth as he presses himself against you, his hand moving to your hair and the back of your neck, gripping you tightly.

Your lips collide passionately, breath hot in each other's mouths. Months of tension started to melt away as he caressed your hair, your neck and your collarbones with his roaming hands. For a brief moment, you come back to your senses. Realising that a minute ago you were screaming at him, that for so long he felt like the biggest pain in your ass.

"Hoseok.. what-"

"Will you shut the fuck up for a second and let me kiss you?" he growled.

His mouth met yours once more. Kissing you deeper and slower, licking across your bottom lip with his tongue, you weakened under his touch. You surrendered yourself to him, allowing him to move your head to match his movements. Your hands reached over his broad shoulders, draped over him as he moved his lips to your neck. Sucking and nibbling at your skin lightly, you came back to your senses again. You demanded an explanation from him.

"None of this makes sense... is this another one of your games?" you whispered

"Y/N... isn't obvious I've been acting out because you do something to me... I know I piss you off, but you look so hot when you're mad...and well... I couldn't help but feel a little jealous walking in on you and your date" His voice was laced with desire as he spoke, kissing your neck between words.

Everything he said riled you up, but the feel of his tongue on your skin made you wet.

"Hoseok... that isn't funny. We're not in fucking high school" you pushed him away from you. It felt so right to kiss him, to be touched by him. Your body warmed under his touch. But what was with all the games?

"Stop swearing at me y/n. It's not polite" he crooned.

"Fuck. Off" you smirked. Just like all the times before, you bit and argued back to Hoseok. It had always given you a thrill to stand up to him. One you hadn't understood fully until now. Now he'd kissed you, all your bickering felt like foreplay.

"Right. With me, now"

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the nearest bathroom. He pushed you back against the door to slam it closed, pressing your body against the door with his, before reaching down and locking it. His eyes burned against yours.

"I told you not to swear at me"

"Why is it that you can tell me what to do, but you never listen to me? I told you not to provoke me, and yet you still keep on doing it"

You were angry, but you couldn't stop your thighs from clenching together, trying to relieve some pressure that had built at your centre. Your heart beat heavily against your chest, your body ached to be touched. You prodded at him with your words. Feeling like you finally held a little bit of power.

"I told you. You do something to me" His voice practically a growl.

"Okay... and what is that?"

"You drive me crazy. I dream about fucking you till you can't speak. I need to make you mine. Is that an issue?"

"I-" you were stunned. You hadn't expected him to come right out and say it. You expected a little push back. From the months of smart remarks, smirks, prods and pokes. He'd wound you up relentlessly.

"Is that an issue?" He asked again. His voice hard.

You gulped. Eyes on his. He was leaning over you, hand above your head against the door. His body still pressing slightly into yours.

"Nope. Not an issue" you whispered, giving in.

“Good”

Your breath was knocked out of you with the force in which he grabbed you, his lips attacking yours once again. His hands found themselves at your waist, guiding you away from the door and pushing you against the wall. Gasps and pants escaped your mouths as he groped at your curves.

His eyes flitted to the countertop with the sink, he smiled devilishly into your mouth as you kissed at him. He’d never planned on fucking in the bathroom of a bar, but he knew he needed to break your walls down and finally give in to the lust he’d held for you for so long. Seeing you with someone else accelerated that need.

He looked down at you briefly whilst your lips and tongues continued to collide - he wondered why it taken so long for him to finally bite the bullet and confess. Confess that you’d taken up so much of his brain space. The image of fucking you senseless creeping into his brain every time he’d seen you. He knew he’d been childish, provoking you and baiting you - but he loved to see the ferocity in you come out. You held it together all of the time, so timid, so reserved but he knew there had been a fire in you. He’d noticed how you watched him at gatherings, how you’d roll your eyes at the things he’d say, and he’d loved seeing that impolite, bratty side. So he’d pushed and pushed until you bit, encouraged by the group, wanting more of their jokes for you both to break the tension, to kiss and make up. Hoping you were feeling the same way too. Looking at you now, flushed and eager in his hands, dripping with lust in the low red light of the bar, he got the confirmation that you felt it too. Even if you did confuse your desire with hatred up until now. Even if you wouldn't fully admit it.

He manoeuvred you to the counter, reaching down the grab your thighs and lift you, wrapping your legs around his waist before placing your ass on the cold marble surface. His hands sliding the satin material of your skirt higher up your thighs and around your hips, allowing him to stand between your legs, his hardening length pressing deliciously into your already damp core. Your wetness seeping through the black silk of your lingerie.

A sultry moan escaped your bitten lips as his long fingers moved to palm against your warmth, circling and rubbing your clit slowly, torturously. He planned on making you beg for his dick, wanting the foreplay extending past arguments and heated words into teasing fingers and tongues, edging you to closer to oblivion but not quite letting you have it until you surrendered to him. He couldn’t help but rile you up after all. He wanted that fire in you to keep going, to build and then to fuck it out of you.

You continued to moan as he warmed you to his touch. He gently pushed your chest back, encouraging you to arch and rest your upper back against the mirror of the sink. Slowly he inched your panties down from your hips, over your thighs and dropped them to the floor. His eyes never leaving you before dropping to one knee, spreading you open for him and placing the tip of his tongue on the bundle of swollen nerves at your centre.

You yelped at the intensity of the sensation, as he flicked his tongue aggressively on your bud before diving in for long, slow delicious licks of your folds. You had never felt hornier, your wetness seeping from you, coating his face in your juices. As he worked you, your hips bucked, desperate for him to bring you to your high. His hands gripped against you, worshipping your hips and waist as his tongued lapped at your folds.

“You’re so wet for me, huh? Clearly you don’t hate me as much you said you did” he muttered. Pulling away from your core the moment he felt you were approaching your climax.

“Fuck you Hoseok, now is not the time!” Your voice came out as a whine, rather than the strong spit back you’d intended. The way he’d been devouring you, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy had you squirming with impatience as he removed his tongue.

“This is exactly the right time” he murmured.

Shockwaves ran through your body as he quickly entered a finger to your hole. Your abdomen clenched along with the walls of your pussy, sucking him in. He twisted his finger inside you briefly before withdrawing and entering a second. Cupping his hand to you he started pumping in and out of you, feeling you stretch and cling to him, your words of defiance at his provocation becoming mewls of pleasure beneath his touch.

He kept the pace at just the right tempo as to not allow you to cum. Your whimpered and moaned, crying out for your release.

“Please, fuck…. Fuck….”

“You like how I make you feel y/n?”

“Hoseok, stop teasing me” you growled, back arching more to open yourself further to him. Your slickness dripping down his hand as he edged you towards an orgasm.

“Admit that you have thought about this too.” He demanded, withdrawing his fingers from you. Instead, tracing your glistening folds so lightly with the tips of his fingers that your high drifted away from you slightly.

You met his gaze. Your mouth hung open softly with pleasure, your breath hot and heavy with anticipation of your climax. He was smirking slightly at you, heavy lidded and arrogant. You didn’t want to give in, even though he was right. Of course you’d thought about it… but you’d never considered it actually happening because you drove each other crazy.

You bit down on your lip. He was pushing you.

“Why? Why does it matter if I’ve thought about it?” You muttered.

“Because I want to hear you say it” he continued to rub gently at your folds, applying a little more pressure.

Your sight blurred slightly with the sensation, you felt yourself clenching with desire for him.

“Say it, y/n. Admit it”

His thumb found its way your clit, stroking it gently. Causing you to whimper. He rubbed you more as you resisted admitting to him how often you’d thought about fucking out your frustrations with each other. How each time your friends had joked for you to kiss and make up, it’s all you’d been able to picture.

Your whimpers turned to moans as he continued to rub at you, you could hear the wetness of your centre with the movement of his hand. His fingers now tracing around your hole. Torturing you.

“Please, let me cum” you begged.

“Tell me how you really feel then” he said, withdrawing his hand and moving it to grip at your inner thigh.

Frustrated beyond belief, and aching to reach your release you knew you had to give in. You’d always been so determined to beat him at his own game, but he had you.

“Fine” you groaned

“Fine, what?”

“Fine!!! Of course I’ve thought about it. Every time we’ve ever fought, I thought about you fucking me to get it out our system. Are you happy?” You spat

“Good girl” his words a growl.

He lurched forward to kiss you. His mouth attacking yours. He pressed his rock hard bulge into your core, your juices turning his pressed black trousers a shade darker.

“Now tell me what you want” he muttered

“I want you to shut up and make me cum, obviously…. fuck” you rolled your eyes at his question.

He couldn’t resist anymore. He’d wanted you to beg a little nicer than that, but he knew he’d pushed his luck. His erection straining in his pants was becoming painful, he’d been teasing you with his tongue and fingers for far too long and now he just wanted to feel you around him.

He whipped off his belt, freeing himself from his boxers whilst his fingers found themselves in your core once more. You gushed at his touch, your anticipation for his cock building rapidly.

He removed his hand and lined himself up with your core. The head of his cock circling lightly around your hole as it throbbed with desire for him. He checked on you quickly, receiving a quick nod of consent before ramming himself inside. You both gasped and moaned at the increase of pleasure, adjusting quickly as he slammed his hips against you, fucking you greedily. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you into him as he pushed further and further inside you. His hips snapping back and forth, pulling out just enough to then push back in to the hilt.

Slickness emanated from your core, covering his pelvis in your gloss as he continued to pound into you. His face screwed with concentration and lust. He bit at his lip trying not to cum too quickly, but the feeling of you against him was so delicious. Something he had craved for so long. To feel you melt around him and come undone was something he had longed for.

Your mumbling words of pleasure brought him out of his trance for a moment. Behind your eyes were stars, your vision fuzzing as you finally reached your high. He felt you clenching around him, and he moved his thumb once again to your sweet spot, applying just enough pressure to carry you over the edge. You trembled under his hand as he continued to fuck in and out of you, his grunting in harmony with your elated screams.

He slowed slightly, allowing you to come crashing back to earth as you passed the peak of your orgasm. He moved in your wetness, savouring you, leaning forward to kiss at your neck and chest.

“I think we can do better than that” he groaned, nuzzled into your skin. His thrusts almost at a still as your breathing slowed. He didn’t want it to end just yet. Worrying that after he ravished you, you’d go back to hating him.

He pulled himself from you, and lifted you quickly from the counter before turning you round. Bending you over against the sink, he looked at you through the mirror. Your fucked out eyes, smeared lipstick and swollen lips made his cock twitch.

He leaned over you, one hand stroking the soft skin of your ass, your skirt still hitched high on your hips. The other hand tangled itself in the hair at the nape of your neck. His lips met the back of your neck.

“Do you mind if I’m a little rougher?” He murmured

Somehow, despite your post-orgasm stupor, you managed to speak. The quietest noise of approval was all he needed before his hand slapped against your ass cheek, causing you to lurch forward, his hand in your hair preventing you from moving too far. You noticed a small sting where the hair was pulled.

“You’ve no idea how many times I’ve wanted to spank you”

He hand ricocheted against your skin again. This time with more power, the sting against your flesh causing you to hiss.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me…” you muttered. Playing up a little to not appear too submissive in his hands. You still had a little fight in you.

He pulled at your hair lightly, causing your back to arch. Bringing your chin higher in the air.

“Don’t be a brat or you won’t get to cum again, y/n” his jaw clenched. Inside he was fucking thrilled that you still were playing with him a little.

You rolled your eyes, forgetting he could see you in the mirror. His hand slapped against your cheek again. You were certain you’d be branded with a bright red hand mark on your ass cheek for the next few days. He pressed his tip against your folds. Bent over the counter, you were displayed to him and at his whim.

“I think you’ve already forgotten how desperate you were for this cock a minute ago, huh?” God he was so arrogant. Why did it turn you on?

You looked at him through the mirror. Your body already responding to the pressure of his length at your entrance. Your mouth betrayed you by dropping open in yearning. You didn���t want to submit but you gagged to be filled by him again, to be brought to ecstasy once more. You wanted him to come undone too.

“That’s what I thought” he nodded.

Slowly, he entered you again. Thrusting in and out of you, building his speed rapidly. One hand gripped your ass, opening you up to him as he pumped into your depths. The other in your hair, pulling your head back helping you to arch. Your eyes connected through the mirror, watching him fuck you made you wetter and wetter. Before long you were whining again, uncaring about the possibility of being heard. Uncaring that you were coming undone in front of him, shedding your resolve and letting him soften you. You’d never been fucked like it, and you felt sure that the way you butted heads only added to the sweetness of your embrace.

“Fu………ck” he stuttered.

His thrusts became sloppier, hips still snapping back and forth inside your walls. Bouncing in your deepest depths.

“Don’t swear, it's not poli-“ your attempt at being a brat by using Hoseok’s own words was interrupted rapidly by the sensation of his hand reaching round to violently rub at your clit as he fucked into you.

He was chasing his own high fast and needed you to reach yours. He’d promised to fuck you until you couldn’t speak and that’s what he intended to achieve. As he filled you, and pressed against your nerves, your arousal peaked, words failing you. Your wetness dripped from you to the floor, waves of pleasure thrashed through your cells causing your legs to buckle and tremble. Hoseok’s hands found themselves at the small of your back, pressing you into the counter to stabilise you as he delivered his final hard thrusts into your core. He released his load, painting your insides with his seed. The cream leaking from you, as he lazily fucked it into you before coming to a stop.

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Spent, you cleaned yourselves briefly before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. Your legs quivering occasionally with lingering satisfaction.

Hoseok grabbed your hand and interlaced his fingers with yours. Looking up at him, you caught his gaze before both of you broke into a laugh.

“Um… what just happened…” you giggled. The realisation that you had just had sex with the very person you thought you hated sinking in.

“Something that should have happened a while ago I think” he replied, a smile lurking on his lips.

“How do we explain this to the others…”

“I don’t know. But, we can take our time if you’d like. More secret sex at parties sounds fun” he winked at you.

“How do you know I’ll be back for more?!” You fumed briefly, noting that his arrogance still got a rise from you.

“… I just know” he nodded, earning himself another eye roll.

“Shut up and just call us a taxi will you”

He let out a laugh before planting a kiss on your cheek, smirking because he knew he had you.

[chiseler]

Harry Stephen Keeler: The Paper Blackener of Bagdad on the Lakes

Marry a moustachioed alcoholic and erstwhile magician to a Welsh-American beauty shortly before the World’s Columbian Exposition. When their son is born, widow the mother. Widow her again—twice. Put her in charge of a boarding house for vaudevillians. Make her son a prankster and give him a degree in electrical engineering. Bake him in the Kankakee mental asylum for a year. The result: the one and only Harry Stephen Keeler.

Keeler (1890-1967) was, in his own words, one of the most obsessive “paper-blackeners” ever to inhabit Chicago—“London of the West, Bagdad on the Lakes.” In this regard he is not wholly unlike Henry Darger, the janitor and outsider artist who spent his life a few blocks away creating the 15,000-page chronicle of the Vivian Girls. One difference is that Keeler got published.

When he was out of the asylum and working as a steel mill electrician, Keeler started frenetically punching away at his L. C. Smith, turning out surprise-twist short stories and, soon, complicated serial mysteries in a whimsical vein. He also landed a job as editor of 10 Story Book, a pulp featuring humorous tales and half-naked girls. With Find the Clock (Dutton, 1927), he achieved U.S. hardback publication. Keeler was to publish 37 volumes with Dutton until he exhausted his publishers’ patience in 1942. He published 48 books with the British publisher Ward Lock (1929-53), nine with the fourth-rate Phoenix Press (1943-48), and a dozen or so further novels written directly for Spanish or Portuguese translation at $50 a pop, in addition to several manuscripts that never saw the light of day.

That’s a story of decline—and even at the early peak of his mild popularity, Keeler struggled to sell more than a few thousand copies of his novels. The Great Depression was part of the problem, but so was Keeler’s prose. Over the course of the ’30s, Keeler transmuted his early style—convoluted “webwork” plots and somewhat Victorian diction—into screwball concoctions where the narrator and characters sink into morasses of dialect and ludicrous phraseology, as the reader is challenged to sift through layers of implausible interpretation to uncove an even more implausible solution. Ignoring the pleas of his editors, HSK churned out huge, multivolume creations that tried his readers’ brains and now seem boldly postmodern, as if they had been dreamed up by Pynchon or Oulipo. To mention a few:

The Box from Japan (1932) is set in 1942 and runs to over 700,000 words, with extensive digressions on intercontinental 3-D television, a Nicaraguan canal, and the Japanese emperor’s love of Virginia ham.

The Marceau Case and X. Jones of Scotland Yard (1936) are “documented novels” that consist of newspaper stories, telegrams, photos (including one of a topless woman and one of Keeler himself), astronomical charts, cartoons, a Bible verse, two ten-page long footnotes, and much more. The premise is a twist on “locked room” mysteries: a man was strangled on an open croquet lawn, with only a few small footprints in his immediate vicinity. Was he garroted by a Lilliputian in an autogyro? The case is given a three-dimensional solution by an American in the first volume, and a four-dimensional solution by an Englishman in the second.

The Mysterious Mr. I and The Chameleon (1938-39) trace the Chicago peregrinations of a narrator who keeps us and everyone around him guessing as he switches identities no fewer than fifty times (once posing as a professor of philosophy who provides yet another solution to the Marceau case).

The Man with the Magic Eardrums (1939) is an all-night dialogue between two mysterious characters who discuss interracial marriage, telephone technology, and a laundry list of other Keelerian obsessions. It was followed by three sequels.

The exhausting, quasilunatic plots of HSK’s novels are larded with gems of Keelerian writing: awkward, preposterous, and hilarious. The laughter is always uncertain, though, because you are never sure just how much of the effect is intentional. (I have come to believe that most of it is.) Contemporary Keelerite Edward Bolman has recently started tweeting some of these gems (twitter.com/harryskeeler). Here’s a small selection.

“I—I thank you, Governor,” he said with dignity, “on behalf of the Great Science of Mathematics and Joe the Duck.”

For all’s not gold that glitters; and everything that makes an inky black aqueous solution isn’t the pure oxyrhodomate salt of platinum.

“I—I don’t want any women,” Joe managed to ejaculate.

Real estate law oozed out from all over him.

“I’d like to be Hong’s gold watch in his pocket—but able to listen, like as if it were my own ear—yeah, a gold ear-shaped listening watch.”

“Nuts!” exploded Monk Onderko. “Bull,” came from Pox in the rear.

His conscience was invariably an amoeba hypertrophied to the size of behemoth and capering about, centipedal with a hundred elephant legs!

Unlikely as it may seem, Keeler got a small taste of Hollywood in 1934, when Monogram Studios put out two films based on his Sing Sing Nights. In the movie of that name, three murder suspects are tested by a lie detector. (In the novel, the three men shot their victim nearly but not quite simultaneously—so two of them are guilty of no more than pumping a bullet into a corpse. One shooter espouses the theory that racism will eventually be overcome thanks to interbreeding, plastic surgery, and international air travel. None of this makes it into the film.) In The Mysterious Mr. Wong, a film based on a story told by one of the characters in Keeler’s Sing Sing Nights, Bela Lugosi plays Wong, a tepidly creepy Oriental who is stalked by a feebly wisecracking reporter. These movies have some interest as period pieces, but retain little of the distinctive Keeler touch. Extensive research has not supported Keeler’s claim that Sing Sing Nights inspired yet a third film, titled The Gorilla’s Brain.

Nearly forgotten by the end of his life, Keeler has experienced a small posthumous revival thanks to the Internet (which he would have adored). The Harry Stephen Keeler Society, founded in 1997, publishes a newsletter. All of Keeler’s books can be printed on demand by Ramble House. In 2005, McSweeney’s republished the 1934 novel The Riddle of the Traveling Skull. Keeler’s confessed fans include Neil Gaiman and Roger Ebert. Now we await a truly Keelerian film—a movie that somehow captures the erudite, juvenile, loquacious, gleefully unrealistic world of a Harry Stephen Keeler novel.

by Richard Polt

[sunshobix]

BTS Fics Rec [2]

→ Here is the second part of my bts fics rec ! Hope you enjoy them as much as i do !!  

PART [1] here ! Enjoy !

(completed = ✓  ;  angst = a ; fluff = f ; smut = s )

➝ JUNGKOOK X READER :

ONE SHOTS :

▹ Storage Room | s

▹  Autobiography of Black | s,a

▹ To Fall in Lust | College!AU | 2.920 words | s

▹ Swerve | 2.949 words | s

▹ Sweet tooth | 2.976 words | s

▹ Say My Name | demon!jk | 3.081 words | s

▹ Keep Quiet | ceo!AU | 3.473 words | s

▹ Heat | s,f

▹ perseverance | fratboy!jk , barista!jk , coffe shop!au | 3.8k words | s

▹ His Control | 3.942 words | s

▹  The View | 4.218 words | s

▹ Just Benefits | university!au, fwb!au | 4.331 words | s

▹ Baby Boy | 4.842 | s

▹ Virginity for sale | 5.k words | s

▹ Best Friends | Bf!au | 5k words | s

▹  Restraining | wolf!au | 5.098 words | a,s

▹  Car Breakdown | mecanic!jk | 5.2k words | s

▹ Rocky Road | fwb!au | 5.378 words | s

▹  For Your Entertainment; Possessive | 5.449 words | s

▹ Wonder | virgin!jk | 6.028 words | s

▹ Lowkey | 6.2k words | s

▹ Sore Loser | 6.3k words | s

▹ Between the lines | tattoo artist!au | 6.353 words | s

▹  Room for two | roomate!jk | 6.5k words | s

▹ La Dolce Vita | Werewolf!au | +6.9k words | s,f  

▹ Whipped Cream | Baker!jk , roommate!au | 7.5k words | s, slight a

▹ Through the flames (and lava) | dragon!jk , fantasy!au | 7.8k words | s,f, humor, crack

▹ Rain | 8k words | s 

▹  Under the bridge | Hybrid!au | +10.6k words | s,f,a

▹ Pen Pals | friends to lovers!au | 11k words | f,a,s

▹ Jasmine | 12k words | s

▹ Lifetimes | reincarnation!au , soulmates!au, high school!au | 12.655 words | s,a,f

▹  The big yellow school bus | 12.852 words | a, s, romance , drama

▹  A Rocket to the Moon | roomate!au | 21k words | s

SERIES :

▹ Deal | ceo!jungkook, high school reunion!au | a,s

▹  American Candy | high school!au | s,a,drama

▹ Comfort Inn Ending | a,s

▹ Temptation | werewolf!jk | s

▹  Two rotten apples | neighbors!au, enemies to lovers | a,s

▹ What I found in you | roomate!au | a,s

▹ Radio Chaos | Racer!Jungkook | s,a |  ✓

▹  Wicked Games | fwb!au | a,s

▹ Giving and taking | College!au | a,s

▹ Save Me | Vampire!Jungkook | s,a |  ✓

▹ Angel in the Darkness | mafia!au , prostitution!au | s,a

▹ Right of Way (feat Jimin ) | s,a

▹ Jeon | fuckboy!jjk | s,a,f

▹ A Crossroad Deal | College!jk , Fuckboy!jk | s,a

▹  I hate you | Fuckboy!jk , Badboy!jk | f,s,a, romance

▹ Inexorable | mafia!au | a,s  ✓

▹ Sound the Alarms ( Jungkook x reader x Seulgi) | a,s  |  ✓

▹ Flirt (feat tae) | fuckboy!jungkook , college!au | s,a

▹ Instant gratification | fuckboy!jk | s,a,f

▹  Ignored Warnings | s  ✓

▹ Who would have known | college!au, fratboy!jk | comedy,s

▹ The Brotel | a,s

▹ Make a home out of you | ex boyfriend!jk  | s,f,a  ✓

▹ Kitchen Counter | s

▹ Jealous | s

➝ JIMIN X READER :

ONE SHOTS :

▹ Off the charts | 2.431 words | s  

▹ Movie Night | 3.2k words | s,a  

▹ I knew you were trouble | rapper!au | 3k words | s

▹ Take a Shot | bestfriend!jimin | 4.3k words | s

▹ Why So Shy | 4.496 words | s  

▹  Almost Something | brother’s best friend!au | 5.213 words | s

▹ Good Catch | Baseball!jimin, Mascott!reader | 5.229words | f,s

▹ One more time | 5.5k words | s

▹ Class President | 5.7k words | s

▹ Let me show you how it’s done | bf!jk | 6k words | s

▹ Dress Code | ceo!jm | 6.3k words | s

▹ Get Mine, Get Yours | fwb!au | 6.3k words | s,a,f  

▹ Fuckboy Next Door | neighbor!jm, fuckboy!jm | 6.586 | s

▹  Body Party | 6.3k words | s,f  

▹ Years | 7.2k words | s,f,a

▹ Meddling | 8.540 words | f,s

▹ Something new | bf!au | 8.760 words | f,s,a

▹ In retrospect (ft Namjoon) | +10k words | s  

▹ I’ll Wait | dance teacher!jimin | 10.455 words | a,s,f  

▹ Hopeless | 11k words | s,a  

▹ Chem Miss | T.A!jm | 12.807 words | s

▹ About last night | enemies to lovers | 15k words |  s,f,a

▹  Our Little Secret | 15.9k | s

▹  Heart’s gone | 17.3k words | a,s

▹ Ineffable | fuckbuddy!jm | 18.366 words | a,s,f

SERIES :

▹ Maid Match in Heaven | Boss!jimin, houskeeper!reader | a,s

▹ Dragon | badboy!jimin | a,s | ✓

▹ No strings | s |  ✓

▹ Unconditionally  | s,a

▹ Over Again | a,f,s |  ✓

▹ The Labyrinth | Gang!AU, High School!AU | a,s | ✓

▹ Different Titles | s,f,a

▹ Like I would (ft hoseok) |  college!au | s,f,a

▹ Silk  | CEO!jimin, escort!reader (feat CEO!jeon jungkook)  | a,s  | ✓

▹ Hold Me Tight | dance teacher!au | s,a,f | ✓

▹ Plums & melons | brother’s bestfriend!au | s

➝ TAEHYUNG x READER :

ONE SHOTS :

▹ Carried Away | 1.552 words | s

▹ Eat me out | 1.253 words | s

▹  Rounds | 3k words | s

▹ The Name Game | 3.1k | s,a

▹ Teddy | 4.591 words | s

▹ Can’t Flunt What’s Not Yours | fuck buddies to lovers!au | 6k words | s,a

▹ Pusher Love Girl | 6.8k words | s,f

▹ Ink | Badboy!tae | 7.470 words | s,a

▹  Abstract | stepbrother!Taehyung | 9k words | s,a

▹ Tasty Tryst |  StrawberryFarmer!Taehyung | 9.463 words | f,s

▹ Princess | gang!au | 13.443 words | a,s

▹ Fate of the fast and furious | domestic!tae, biker!tae , babysitter!tae | 17k words | s,f

▹ Slowdown on the inside | 20.476 words |  a,s,f

SERIES :

▹ I Am You, You Are Me | s

▹ Give and Take | fwb!au | s

▹ There’s a crowd (feat Yoongi) | Poly!au |  s,a,f

▹ Slow Burn | Prostitute!reader | a,s,f |  ✓

▹  Playing with fire | Fuckboy!Tae | s,f,a

▹ Cats and Dogs | college!au , hybrid!au | s |  ✓

➝ YOONGI X READER :

ONE SHOTS :

▹  Babydoll | s

▹  Over-protective | BadBoy!Tae | s,a

▹  Don’t Wanna Be Lonely | 4.2k | a,s

▹ Jealousy | 2.792 words | a,s

▹  Breaking in the new bed | 2.853 words | s

▹  Always | Mafia!AU | 3.155 words | s,f

▹  White Lines | mafia!au | s,a

▹  One Time Thing | +4.090 words | roomate!au | s

▹ Desk Job | 5.176 words | s

▹ Pepero Day |  bestfriend!yoongi | 5.7k words s

▹  Osculum Dare | 5.907 words | fwb!au | s, romance

▹ Lips Like Liquor | 6.009 words | s

▹  Intoxicationg | 6.6k words | a,s,f

▹ Heart on your sleeve | tattoo artist!yoogi | 8k words | s,a

▹ Don’t cry over spilled milk | hybryd!au 10k words | s

▹ Tsundere | resident advisor!yoongi, college!au | 11.2k words | s,a

▹ Brighter than fire | camp conselor!au | 11.371 words | s,f

SERIES :

▹ Wildest Moments | a,s

▹  A cinderella story | fratboy!yoongi , ACS!au | 10k words | f,s,comedy

▹  Destruction of a muse | a,s  | ✓

▹ Sinful reunion | ceo!yoongi | s,a,f | ✓

▹  Boss | Mafia!AU | a,s

▹ Petname Babygirl | s,a

➝ NAMJOON X READER :

ONE SHOTS :

▹  Do You | 1.698 words | s

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Solitary Man: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Summary: You're feeling more like yourself for the first time in forever. You're not going to let anything spoil your good mood.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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Nancy's abduction hit the news pretty quickly. You just hope the unsub doesn't see it and dump Nancy's body out of fear. Penelope has been all over the HSK database and connected four more victims to the unsub. That brings his count to ten. If your team can figure out why he's choosing his victims, you'll find him easily.

After bringing Courtney to the police station, your team works on putting every victim's name and picture on the bulletin board. He started killing months before you thought he started. His first victim was a woman named Erika Joy from Lexington, South Carolina. She disappeared from a truck stop. According to her rap sheet, she did everyone she could for a living--a lot lizard. The other victims were waitresses, gas station employees, and even a female trucker. The only one who was married is Nancy even though she is recently a widow.

Nancy has been given the most amount of time in the news than the other women. She doesn't fit the unsub's MO. He had to have a reason for taking someone so far from the spectrum of the other victims.

"He had to have walked right by that minivan. Why didn't he take Courtney?" Emily asks.

"Maybe she's too young."

"She's closer to the victims' ages than her mother. That parking lot was deserted. He could have taken Courtney and nobody would have seen a thing. Instead, he walks past her."

"That's not who he wants. He watched Nancy. He followed her because he wanted her."

"So much so that he left Courtney as a witness? What could be that important?"

"You have your thinking face on," Derek says to you. "What's your theory?"

"What if he took Nancy because she is a mother? When I saw Tanya's body on the side of the road, she was in the fetal position. She looked like she was sleeping. That's exactly how a parent would care for their child. The other victims weren't mothers, Nancy is. Maybe this unsub is looking for someone to be a mother for a child, maybe his own?"

"It's a good theory. Tell that to Hotch."

You're about to when you notice Hotch and Rossi walk into the room.

"I heard," Hotch says. "It's good to have you back."

You can't help but smile at the small accomplishment.

"Nancy's been missing over twelve hours," JJ informs the team. "If he jumped on the I-40 before we got the police blocks out, he could be three states over by now."

"We don't think he has time for that. He's courting these women. He needs them in Edgewood."

"There are over eight hundred truckers on this list," Hotch sighs and looks at the list Penelope sent over. "We have to get Garcia to run background on all of them."

"Listen, I've already given you a list of all the trucker stops that we've checked in town," the sheriff says.

"We're gonna need to check them again."

Derek and Rossi head out to a truck stop to ask about truckers to try and narrow down the list, and they manage to get the manifest of the truckers who visited the stop. They come up with seventy-six truckers who are independent with Penelope's help. If this man is killing women and driving cross country with them, he has to be independent.

"Alright, so let's go over this again," Derek says after he and Rossi return. "This offender is preferential to young women mid to late twenties. He takes his time watching them. He makes sure there are no witnesses. He kills them twelve to twenty-four hours after abduction."

"Only now that timeframe's getting shorter."

"Then he comes home to Edgewood where he's home and he feels safe. There's no rape involved. So, is it the companionship he's after?"

"I really think he's looking for someone who will mother a child," you say. "Whether or not that's his own, I don't know."

"How do you figure?" JJ asks.

"Based on the way he positions the bodies once he dumps them. If he's not looking for a mom, he's definitely looking for a wife. He starts out with easy targets, then he moves on to women who could actually fill the role--sweet, outgoing, and warm."

"No, I think you're on the right track of it being a mother," Hotch says. "If he's got a kid of his own, that would explain what keeps him coming back to Edgewood. It would explain why he walks past Courtney to get to Nancy. Just by watching he knows she's a mother. She's already qualified to pass any test." He dials Penelope on the desk phone. "Garcia, I want you to narrow down the own authority trucker list and tell me which ones have been through a divorce or a custody battle recently."

"The custody fight would be a stressor. Limit your searches to months prior to the first murder," Rossi asks.

"Got it. Thanks."

"He might be sick. Maybe that's why he's trying so hard to find a mom for his child. He doesn't want her alone," you say.

"Cross-reference for men who have medical problems."

"Sure."

When the news of another body comes through, Courtney is in tears thinking it's her mother. After Rossi checks and confirms it's not Nancy, Courtney breaks down in tears this time, in relief. You're in the conference room with Hotch, Derek, and Spencer but looking at Courtney with Emily. You want to cry alongside Courtney not because you have unspoken trauma but because you feel and recognize her pain. The realization that you're not using her fear to fuel your own makes you want to cry. Are you finally free from prison?

"Hey, baby girl, talk to me," Derek says when Penelope calls.

"Of your seventy-six independent truckers, I have twenty-eight who are currently involved in custody cases."

"How many of those cases are still open?"

"Eight. Not the most relationship-friendly job, trucking."

"Look for instances where the mother died. A guy like this wouldn't tear a child away from his own mother."

"Okay, Caroline Hatchett died in a house fire, leaving behind seven-year-old daughter Jody and husband Wade Hatchett. Wade lost his home, his wife, and custody of his daughter when the courts deemed him unfit. He's still contesting the case."

"Why was he deemed unfit?" you ask.

"Double whammy... His job kept him away for weeks at a time, and he didn't have any other family to help him watch his daughter. It looks like he bent over backward trying to make it work, but she missed a lot of school, and he was charged with neglect of a minor."

"Do you have an address?"

"There is none. He's had a PO box for over a year."

"What about the daughter?"

"Jody currently resides in foster care. I'm sending you the file now."

Wade didn't bother posing the most recent victim and it was more brutal than the other ones which means it's more personal. Her name is Lynn Clemons, the foster mother of Jody Hatchett. She's in the process of being adopted so he must have run out of time if he killed her foster parent.

If you're going to get Wade, you have to get to Jody before he does. Your team heads over there just as she gets home from school.

"Hey, Jody," you smile.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Y/N."

"Where's Mrs. Clemons?"

"I'll tell you inside, okay? Come on." You bring her inside where the rest of your team is waiting for her. "It's okay, we're here to help."

"What's going on?"

"We're helping the police, and we're trying to find your dad. Do you know where he is?"

"No."

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you walk to the window facing the front yard. You pull back the curtain and see a semi-truck parked across the street. Nancy is sitting behind the wheel with a terrified look on her face. You can see a gun poking out from the sleeper which is why she's so terrified.

"He's here," you say and look at Hotch. Emily makes an excuse that she's thirsty so Jody takes her to the kitchen to grab something to drink. "Hotch, I think it's a good idea to let Jody talk to him. She might be able to get him to release Nancy without hurting her. We can tap into the CB radio. They all use the same channel."

Hotch agrees and sets up the entire line of communication. You bring Jody to the couch so she can talk to her dad using the radio. You don't want her to see him just yet.

"Here you go, sweetheart." You hand her the handheld radio. Your dad's out there. Listen, we need you to get your dad to let that woman go. Do you understand?"

"Yeah." She puts the radio to her mouth. "Daddy? Daddy, are you there?"

His head pops out from behind the dark curtain and looks at the house.

"Hi, baby."

"You need to tell me the rest of the story."

"Well, the lonely king and the queen are at the castle."

He's talking about himself and Nancy. Maybe he was lonely this entire time.

"To pick up the princess?" she smiles.

Herself.

"Well, the guards are in the way."

You and your team are the guards.

"Will you let the queen talk to them?"

"They won't listen."

"I want to see her. Will you let her go so she can hold me? You said that she's perfect, that she's the one. She wants to live in the big castle with me."

"I need to see you."

Hotch nods to you so you bring Jody to the window. Derek opens the curtains so he can see his daughter.

"Hi, Daddy!" she smiles and looks at Nancy.

"Hi, princess."

"She's so pretty, Daddy!" Wade knows there is no getting out of this and he isn't about to make a scene in front of his daughter. He says something to Nancy and she wretches the front door open. She runs out of the truck and toward the house. Derek meets her outside and brings her inside so she's away from Wade and his gun. "Now the king won't be lonely anymore."

"No, and they're gonna live happily ever after."

"Why aren't you coming, too, Daddy?"

"You did a great job, Jody," you whisper to her.

"Are you going to the better place?"

"What?" Your eyes widen.

"Yeah. We're both going to a better place, princess. Close your little eyes, sweet pea."

Derek runs out of the house toward the semi knowing what Wade is going to do to himself. You grab Jody and immediately turn her into you so she doesn't see her dad shooting himself. Derek doesn't make it and Wade is dead. Nancy is going to be okay and that's the most important thing even though it breaks your heart a bit to know that Jody won't have her father anymore.

Once you're back in Virginia, your parents agreed to come down and hang with you, JJ, Emily, and Penelope. JJ couldn't get a babysitter so she brought Henry with her. None of the girls are able to stay long but you wanted them to meet your parents, at least.

"Thanks for coming with me. I know you can't stay long but I wanted you to meet my parents. I hope you like them. Spencer doesn't. It's why he's not here. That and my dad seems to hate him."

"I'm sure they're wonderful," JJ smiles.

"Y/N!"

You turn to your parents who are outside the restaurant they reserved. The girls won't be joining you but you'd love to have dinner with your parents. Penelope and Emily stiffen up when they see your dad. You feel their hesitation from behind you which is weird because everyone loves your parents. Spencer would if your dad treated him right.

"Dad! Mom! I'd like you to meet some of my friends. JJ, Emily, and Penelope, I'd like you to meet my parents Joey and Julie."

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," JJ says with a tight-lipped smile.

Your mom leans closer to JJ and sees her son looking up at her with curious eyes. She coos and leans in even closer, causing JJ to shuffle backward uncomfortably.

"Oh, is he your son?" your mom gasps.

"Yeah, his name is Henry. My boyfriend is at work and couldn't watch him."

You're not sure why but you're getting waves of uncomfortableness and uneasiness.

"May I hold him?" she asks.

"You know what, it's past his bedtime. I should get going. It was nice to meet you," JJ chuckles.

That was a fake chuckle and you frown at her.

"Yeah, you know what, I have to go. I promised Emily I'd help her with her dating profile."

That was a lie. What is going on? You're not going to put them on the spot by calling them out. You'll talk to them tomorrow about it.

"Oh, okay. It's nice to meet you, all," your dad smiles.

All three girls part from the group leaving you alone with your parents. Your dad slings an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close to him. He kisses the top of your head affectionately with a smile.

"I'm glad you're here with us."

If he's so glad, why do you feel anger coming off him in waves?

"The family is a haven in a heartless world." - Christopher Lasch

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